Lately, I have been digging my way through the archives of a couple of blogs I religiously follow. These bloggers are terribly, horribly regular. And they are interesting, very. I am usually amazed at how they find something interesting to write about all the time. But when I read more and more of their posts, unable to stop, I concluded that it is not that the stuff they write about is interesting, it is just that they have the knack to write so well, that even chicken curry* becomes interesting. And no, not for the foodies alone.
Enlightenment aside, I have decided to post more often. This might explain why I am here 2 days after my last post. The disclaimer being I cannot for life make chicken curry interesting, no, strike that, I cannot even make chicken curry. What I can make is a good rasam. And I can make it all the time. Every couple of days, that would be the aim. The cool part of it is, I am sure there are people out there who like rasam. And once they get bored, and there are no takers after a while, I will drink it up myself.
So yes, for starters, the nose is better, much better. This might be the cold finally wearing off, or the fact that it is Friday tomorrow. It is amazing what wonders the mere thought of the day can do to one. And if it is a Friday leading into a long weekend, I guess that would define bliss in the true sense. Which is what I am experiencing right now despite the fact that today, which is still on, is packed with meetings.
Not wanting to jinx it already, but we might do yet another trip this weekend. Now as I already mentioned, this city might be full of roads which provide a full body rattle every time you pass through them, but what it also has is an abundance of abnormally beautiful places around. And if I, a beach person who feels all hills are the same can say this, there is some truth to it. What I have noticed however is, when the Dude mentions a trip these days, the first thing I check for is not how picturesque it is, or what are the not to miss places there, but what is that I can eat there?
Food. Somehow, after all the control exercised on food during the last year, my love for all things yum is coming back full force. In fact, my only issue with us heading out to the ghats every weekend is we are not getting to try the famous eating joints in the city. I am assuming a when the enthusiasm calms down a bit, we will start alternating between eating Zunka-bhakri at Singhad Fort and Lasagna at Arthur’s theme.
This kind of appetite will bring back the need to visit the beloved treadmill at the gym. Only, the gym in the complex where we live, has no treadmill. *Pause for reaction*. Are you as apalled as I was? I mean really, what sort of gym doesn’t have a treadmill? Also, our gym doesn’t have any cardio equipment. None. All they have is some heavy-duty muscle building equipment, and a collection of dumbbells, all of which I am assuming could be used for boinking whoever set up this ‘gym’, on the head.
But the city, and more specifically, the area I live in has something Hyderabad didn’t. Lush green spaces where you can run. So if you think about it, the world is my treadmill. Only, that is easier said than done for someone who has never run without a machine that ensures she falls if she doesn’t. So after a lot, ‘Ooh, but it’s raining, tomorrow perhaps?’, or ‘Let me settle down first and then think about running’, I finally realised that this was not an opportunity to be missed, and embarked upon a jog in the open mission. One which was highly successful for 4 days, after which the whole illness happened.
But hopefully, I should be back on track soon. Literally. And this time, without any long-lasting impact on my ageing body. Except that of losing weight, something I always want more of. Nothing as exhilarating as seeing the calorimeter show a number higher than 300.
Except perhaps a cheese Dabeli. Afterall, one needs to ensure there are enough calories to lose yes?
* Why chicken curry? Because I was reading a post on chicken curry when I decided to hop over and post myself.