There's in me this new born eagerness to eat tasty food. Not craving, but the urge. Like how some people would want to travel to far away places, read awesome books and things like that. I want to taste variety of delicious food. I love the way the pepper sauce chicken steak melted in my mouth, giving new life to each of my taste-buds. It was gastronomic orgasm, at its best. From then on I am attracted towards the hidden taste in each food item. Everything is tasty and I let myself swim in that moment of glory. For someone who ate just to fill her stomach, I now relish every single bite. I am loving this!

Food to die for: Chicken steak in pepper sauce
Where to find it? Boca Grande, Koramangala, Opp. Bethany High School.

He has a picture of himself as his phone's screen-saver.

Argh, self-obsession. How could I have over-looked that?

About being particular

I always thought myself to be the kind that is never particular about anything. But on paying close attention, I realize that there are these little things I am very particular about. Like:

I am annoyed when I don't get to have cornflakes in 'my' pink bowl. I like my coffee best when its served in the round glass

I am pissed off when my ipod runs of energy during my morning walk to the bus stop. I am very very particular that I walk with music, no matter who is accompanying me. So next time you walk with me and find me all fidgety, please don't judge. I am not crazy, nor do I hate your company. I just need my music, no matter what.

This guy I was dating once asked me 'Are you sure about your dance classes? I could meet you at 4' -- I hated him instantly. Ofcourse am sure, you moron.

I am too particular about completing things I signed up for. It could be just a phone call I said I'd return or a promise I promised.

SO many little things matter so much to me, I let the big things pass. Which to me is a good thing :)

Look good. Feel happy.

To be happy (short-term plans)

I want...

to re-start salsa classes
a friend to swim with
the best friend to come back to Bangalore
to travel a bit (I def. need to earn more to afford this)
to make more money
to be careless
to lose weight
a white cotton pant and a blue shirt
to write more often

NOTE TO SELF: Most of these are definitely and easily doable. Do it!

Being a teetotaler in Bangalore is like being a virgin in Moulin Rouge -- people just don't know how to deal with you.

Frustation

Dealing with people was once a strength of mine. But now, it definitely is not. I have changed, evolved maybe, and the new me is to-the-point, cut-the-crap, you-give-me-shit-i-give-you-shitloads type. Arrogance, some might say. But for me its the best mode of survival. In my past life if I had to give back to a mean person, I would cry. Cry out of anger. A whole war will happen inside my head but nothing will be shown out. Doormat, you could say.

But today things have changed. I can't stand anybody being mean, to anybody. I fight for myself and for others if I can.

This change makes me feel better but the truth is, I am not being liked by many people anymore. Short-tempered, many say. Arrogant, some think. But its just the same me. The only change that's happened is that there's a little more of me and a little less of 'you'. In other words, I am what 'you' have always been. So full of 'yourself'. The sweetness in me has not reduced. Not one bit. The bear-ability has reduced. But after 24 years of putting up with other people's shortcomings are my own, isn't it only fair that I be the way I am now?