The Search

I had been in search of good blogs to read for a while, good as in the ones that resonates with me, having the same or similar frequency. Google search bar has been my best buddy during this search. My searches include, ‘best humour blog’, ‘best personal blog’, ‘best blogs to read’, etc. The point being, I stress on the word ‘best’, why to settle for anything less! All searches ended up in a bunch of blogs that unfortunately didn’t meet my acceptance criteria. As I wind up for the night pausing my search for the day, I am finding some solace by reading my past posts, the ones that resonates with me, having the same or similar frequency.

The search will continue…

News

International News: “Microbial life discovered on a distant planet many light years away from our solar system; the presence of a low life form like virus is confirmed by scientists.”

Local News: “RT PCR will be mandatory for all travellers from Kerala.”

Enchilada, a memory

With memories of an Enchilada had 4 years ago from a Mexican restaurant in Chicago, USA, I ordered the same at a real Mexican restaurant in Bangalore, India. As I took a few bites of the Enchilada, I realised my memory wasn’t strong enough to compare and contrast this taste against.

The upgrade

Last day I was sitting and waiting for my husband to finish a shave at the salon. A couple of long minutes later, someone came and tapped me on the shoulder and said, “let’s go”. Though I was taken aback by the stranger, I had no choice but to proceed with him. Salon is one place where you walk in as version 1.0 and leave as version 2.0, for better or for worse.

At the Salon

I am sitting at a salon waiting.

There are times when I wonder why we, especially women, have to go through tremendous pain and discomfort to look better or maybe even our best? My usual visits to the salon include being subjected to pain arising from my hairs being plucked or removed with wax. Visits for hair cuts resulted in discomfort arising from hair being styled and dryed with hot irons.

As I watch hairs being plucked or removed off others, I am relived that my today’s visit does not involve any pain or discomfort induced on me. I am just sitting at the salon waiting.

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Deciphering a Few Words

They were on a late night drive, cruising through the wet roads of Bangalore. The 500 km experienced ‘she’ was on the wheels relying solely on the navigation system and the guidance provided by the 50 km experienced ‘he’ who was riding shotgun.

A policeman who seemed to be in his early 30’s stopped their car for routine check. He peeped inside the car through the driver’s window and smiled slyly at him after uttering a few words in Kannada. When they didn’t respond, the policeman let them pass.

As they drove away after the check, both of them started to decipher what the policeman had uttered, which they clearly didn’t comprehend due to language barriers. Within a few minutes, she had deciphered the words, or atleast it’s meaning. The policeman’s words meant, ‘Are you that drunk that you can’t even drive?’

Ruins of St. Augustine Towers

Standing over the laterite stones, next to the walls overgrown with wild creepers, the multi storey lone standing tower reminded of a grandeous past. John Keats quoted, “A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness”, I disagree.

Location courtesy: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_St._Augustine,_Goa

About Sleep

On certain nights, when I struggle to stay awake beyond 10 pm, be it to watch some random video or to read a book, I often marvel about nocturnal beings, about how blessed they are.

On certain nights, when I struggle to sleep when it’s past midnight, be it after shutting the lights and my eyes or after lying still for hours, I often curse the goddess of sleep for not doing her duty properly.

Hair Coloring

A visit to my regular salon for a hair spa somehow ended up in a discussion for hair coloring with the stylist. The affordable rate and a natural curiosity forced me to ditch the spa for my first ever hair coloring.

Skipping the usual colours, I picked a shade that looked kinda purple. The stylist started her work. 3 rounds of colouring interspersed with in between washes took almost 2 hours. After each wash, while blow drying the hair, she would find colour not being enough for some hair and reapply. That’s how it became 3 rounds.

Finally when she was done, I stared into the mirror to see the final colour. That’s when she said, “this colour needs sunlight to be visible.” I splurged money on my hair colouring for the rest of the world to admire and be merry, ofcourse in the presence of sunlight. My generosity knows no bounds!