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In the depths of my being, a strange certainty, deeper than reason, entirely animal in quality, filled me with terror. The same certainty which some beasts-sheep and rats feel before an earthquake. Awakening in me was the soul of the first men on Earth, such as it was before it became totally detached from the universe, when it still felt the truth directly, without the distorting influence of reason- The 'Boss', Zorba the Greek

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Malai vs me

I hate malai...
Look at it sitting there, staring at me, wrinkling up and floating..visible yet transparent...Playing a deceiving game with me..Take a sip of the coffee-come on, *slurp*- aaaa thooo! Malai! Stuck to your lips-not really in your mouth ,not really hanging out. One word to describe it- GROSS!
I need to conquer it- I get a spoon , fish it out, put the spoon on the side. I get distracted, when I look after a couple of minutes- there it is again. The island of malai staring at me, laughing if it could.
I reach for the spoon and see it encrusted with dried malai on it- I dip that back in my coffee, I lose.
What to do I do? Walk to the kitchen- too lazy. Shout on to someone- ha,no. So I dip a finger in and out it comes, semi-attached to my finger. Eee! I shudder. The kind of shudder when you touch a chipkali by mistake. Shhhh...uuu...dddder!
I win.
I pick up the cup, bring it to my lips, ready to take a victory sip and there I see it...bits of it floating around...
I won't give up so easily!


pankaj said...

hee hee..boy do i relate to that!

iggy said...

hehe! funny!

Malai is a bane on human existance, really!

Wonderwall said...

Someone asked me what I blog about and I was like errr- malai?! lol..then i got distracted and decided dissing men is more fun.

Karun said...

have you ever dealt with cha malai - its the worst kind. not suave at all

Wonderwall said...

i only drink skim milk that is suave.