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Red Ants & Rubber Bands

Rubber bands are seemingly unknown to the city of Bangalore. Whenever I mention the name, shop attendants look quizzically at me - as if I had asked for Tritium Oxide for a nuclear plant in Pakistan!

I'm sick of ants coming uninvited to my room and invading anything and everything edible. Last night I had instant noodles seasoned with countless ants...all because I had no way of sealing the pouch. I guess red ants are tasteless.

This is the workaround I hope to implement tonight: I'll use the recently-retired pressure cooker to contain the noodles.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Ants have invaded my home too. They're black and also tasteless.

I'm in India until July 20th...going traveling July 4th onwards. Actually, I fly back from Bangalore on July 17th, and expect to be there on the 15th or 16th. Let's meet up!
Anonymous said…
Got a TP (ThinkPad) from the office!!! YAHOOOOO.....
Deepanjan said…
Zoya, I would LOVE to meet you!
Let's c. I was originally scheduled to be in Kolkata in mid-July. That plan has fallen apart for now.
Deepanjan said…
Sameer, you'll now be THINKing out of a PAD? Just how minute is your brain?

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