On popular demand, I am updating my blog. I should have been busy studying or playing badminton, but then my literary juices like to flow when I try to plug them the most - OK, cheesy line! Being in a hostel, you can either make your taste buds go to sleep or ask them to behave with a sense of acuteness, literally! The food will always suck compared to what you have been eating at home. Especially if you were destined to be born in a simple punjabi family in saddi dilli where food is not eaten but is enriched to be savoured. I decided to keep my taste buds awake and develop my sense of taste by increasing their work. And how? Let us talk about Chai. Once upon a time, the proverb went - "India is a nation where rivers of milk flow." I am sure the saint of yore who said that would be turning turtle in his grave now. Milk is long gone and all India has is a Tsunami of Tea - another of the legacies left by the Brits. But we Indians like to evolve. We do what suits us to: 1) Rule ...
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!