Skip to main content

Chopping Onions

It seems I've gained an expertise in chopping onions! That's what I do en masse every Saturday night as a prelude to Santosh cooking my favorite delicacy: Anda Bhurji!

Strangely enough, there are no tears involved.


Anonymous said…
using all available means 2 add flavour ,
doubth thou on weather d flavour of taste
or smell was enhanced .
then there is the possibility of nothing
getting enhanced and then yet a false
feeling of some enhancement .

one can also say that the eating rawmaterial had failed to bring about water , cos if it was not eye watering
it should atleast have been mouth watering .

anyway a no watering duel performed ,
and performence enjoyed at that ,
thats what when one cannot do hair cuts
to prove thier cutting capasity they
can to regular veg cuts .

good thing , but a word of caution ,
the comment will not be responsible
for making the protagonist getting interested in doing haircuts ,
and financial claims for doing damages to
good looking hairs will have to be brone by the protagonist incase
haircuts are practiced out of a sudden fit of inspiration.

there the cool mentos add comes 2 the mind , again this could have an adverse psychological effect on generating the temptation of doing haircauts .
then again there is this remedy of sticking to the hobby of cutting onions
on which the protagonist has good talents .

don't let this grand talent deminish ,
if one is not a hair cutter ,
he can atleast claim of him being a
good onion cutter .

Popular posts from this blog

The year that was

I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still

Post Christmas

The workday didn't have the sweetest of starts. After being made to wait for almost half-an-hour for breakfast in the cafeteria, I was told only when I enquired that there could be no omelette since the heater wasn't working properly. I lost my temper and aired my annoyance not because the heater was out-of-order but because I was needlessly made to wait for something that was just not about to happen. The onus was on them to intimate me and they failed to own up to their responsibility. I find this attitude very irksome. Anyway, the rest of the day was smooth sailing except for a minor glitch that had to be rectified just when I was about to head for lunch. The bay was mostly deserted since most of my colleagues had volunteered for a training. I'm self-taught...thus my being an exception to the mass exodus! Nilotpal is on a fortnight-long leave and I missed him dearly today.
I'm learning the hard way not to trust anyone. Even the one you revere the most may be scheming your downfall. By no stretch of imagination may this seem logical, but who said imagination is limitless?