Intro

This blog as might be apparent from the title has to do with running, biking and basically other outdoor individualistic sports, sometimes extreme, such as rock climbing . But don't be surprised if you find articles on work, personal life, music and even philosophy, this blog is an exception in this aspect in the blogosphere of running blogs and I am trying to revamp the blog to make it more runner friendly. You might want to look at the sidebar titled 'categorised', which as is obvious, categorizes my posts into different areas of interest.
The other thing that might interest many people is a section on 'running videos' and 'general videos' on the side bar, which I keep updating now and then.
I plan to bring in more posts on running and biking, with some added colour, so as to make them 'complete'. That's about it for now.
As a post-note, I have run a half-marathon, but I am yet to attempt a marathon, which through some concerted effort and time should happen in the future, but that ofcourse is not the culmination of this blog, it would on the contrary be something to jumpstart this blog onto new vistas.




Saturday, May 27, 2006

When I cry

Tonight was a very rare momentous occasion, an occasion akin to a Halleys' comet sighting or the occurence of a Tsunami, a once in a lifetime event; an occasion when I felt like crying. The reason for this spectacle was that my frustration in life had reached the zenith and needed an outlet. I simply wanted to have 'it', but ofcourse it wasn't possible. I had just gotten up from a dream where I was relishing a simple south indian meal - Radish sambar rice and aloo curry; nothing more nothing less.Why can't dreams, being almost as real as real life, not be filling I thought.
I had had a light early dinner tonight and was facing the consequences now. The RR caterers at Narmada for vacation mess are doing a pretty decent job with great aloo parathas on tuesday nights and dishing out the best 'mess' lunch I have had in my 5 years here.The sambhar at dinner tonight was comparable to a home made 'mouth-watering' one and that was the reason for my usually dreamless sleep invaded by inviting culinary sights and aromas. Luckily and thoughtfully, I had bought a packet of 'hide and seek' biscuit after my dinner, just in case, and that was the only thing I could munch at 1 in the night. Granted, it can't replace drumstick sambhar rice and curry, but it will atleast let me go back to sleep with or without dreams.

4 comments:

EP/ UK said...

lol!! crying for sambar rice!! u r the god!

arbit said...

He he...yep da..that was kind of a satire..but yes I like sambar rice when done rite and mixed with nostalgia..:D

sathish said...

thookalthula sambar saadama.... ellarukum aishwarya rai, sushmita sen, asin ippadi thaan varuvaanga...

arbit said...

That's precisely what this post is about :-)

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