I never realised the "live to eat and eat to live" is becoming a big part of my life. I always thought that we need to eat to live. But today it became very evident that I do both "eat to live and live to eat". It never occurred to me that my lingo* "I do not want to limit myself" plays such an important part in my life. I did not limit myself to just live to eat, ran towards eat to live as well. I see myself rambling here. So let me continue with the story.
Its been 3 solid years in this country. Saw nature, its beautiful creations, met various people of different colour, height and weight, ate a lot of different culture food. But was never satisfied. Is there a little dude sitting in my head forcing me not to like other food. Thats how S would put it, called the Mental Blockage (MB). Well I asked MB to shut and sleep tight. But why still there is no taste in food. Thai supposedly is a fine lovely cuisine. Then what did I eat, there was no aroma rather a stench, weird taste made me think was it under cooked. And yes sir there are things other than coconut. So which Thai delicacy food are "people" reffering too? I did not find anything there. When my friends say, "Yea! people say Thai food is good" which people are they referring too? And what dish were they reffering??
There seems to be a silent race going on. I am a part of that race too. The race is which Indian girl will get accustomed to the other side of the world and how soon? I seem to be running a real slow race because accustomed is the finish line and I seem to have just taken the first step because I still smell nervousness in air and see that the finish line as a dot from where I stand. When I visit a non-Indian restuarant I am nervous, determine at the first glance that I won't like anything and to top it feel that all vegetarian dish would have swam through a bowl filled with chicken broth. (No offence , Non vegetarians) So I sit at the table looking at the silverware and glasses. A picture of a fat man all sweaty and tearing apart a bird which once had crowed him moring and night and using the silverware that sit in front of me. I quickly put that picture in an envelope and send it to someone in Japan. So after that horrid picture, I am quite shaken and wait for the food. Once it comes, S seems all happy and can't seem to control his excitement to devour into the feast and me am clouded with thoughts. Fat Man, silverware, vegetables smiling with chicken smeared layer at me, Napkin once wiped the outsides and insides of the fat man sit at my table all come with lightening speed. A trickle of sweat on my brow.. S says "does this not look delicious"!!!!!!!! . All I heard was "this", this thing which claims to be a delicious entree, a chef recommended, yes it deserves no exotic name a simpe THIS is fine. I manage a smile and pick up the silverware. The only rescue measure I have found out is to gobble the food and pretend am too hungry and try and manage to finish atleast 1/4th of the quantity. S looks disappointed at the remaining quantity. I pretend am too full, one more gulp and thats the puke button right there.
So after that eventful dinner, I sit in the car thinking about dinner and how disappointed always S feels. I look outside the window, its drizzling, people are holding hands and laughing. I presume they had a lovely dinner. Not a fussy as me. Thats when I realised I thought I shut MB, but infact I know now that I am MB. How did I become him?
Was there an alien abduction done on me. Change was never a problem. I loved pizza, I loved Rajasthani, I managed to love noodles. BUt why had things changed. Did earth jump an orbit, is he turning reverse now? What happened. Why was it so hard for me to accept different variety, different style. This sleep that I am in does not seem to be showing any signs of leaving. Where is my handsome prince who can kiss me out of this sleep? Where is a person who can help me shed this thick blanket off of me.
Yes!! I realise its me who should do that . For me, for my husband.
Pregunta Rapida (Quick Question) : Whats the longest time a person has taken to adjust here?
Lingo - In my dictionary means - a phrase you see using many times in your life.
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