Aidy Mole where are you ... The Diary of someone well over 13 3/4 years old

Well nothing much to write about.

The melancholy of monsoon's setting in. Mumbai has been as damp and gloomy as it could be. No new eats. No new cooking. Pa in law's birthday yesterday brought in some tandoori and gulab jamoon cheer. But it needs a lot more. For two of my favourite people are leaving town. One, my first editor. The other my food partner in crime at work. The end of an era as Joey said in FRIENDS. Plus something that I was really looking forward to around the area of food blogging didn't quite work out.

Right now my writing table is out of the study. In the drawing room. Can't lock myself and write. My photo 'studio' is submerged under a Tsunami of bowls, biscuit jars and glasses. Teenage angst a reality in the middle of the thirties.The writing Mojo's gone. Missing my solitude. Typing and retyping. The juices are dry. Typos rampant. Trying to type with conversation directed towards me in the background. I know it's rude. Not filial. Vijay of Deewar would disapprove.

Admiring mummy bloggers as I type. How do they do it? Yet knowing that it's not quite right to think this way. Little worries in the universe's scheme of things. Regret is a difficult cross to bear. But still...

I was probably the only Bengali who didn't know that there was a Brazil Portugal FIFA match this evening. Probably the only Bengali who watched a part of the match from the treadmill. Probably the only Bengali who didn't watch the match till the end. Who thought that it was a knock out match and SMS'd a friend to know what happened in extra time. And was chided for being so uninformed. I guess I will loose my union card for that.

But then I am one of the few Bengalis in Mumbai tonight who will have aloo posto, machher mudo diye daal, rui bhaaja and bhaat for dinner. So take that.

Talking of the gym I made myself a nice snack of pan toasted (oil free) bread sandwiched with feta, pine nuts, California raisins and finely chopped tomatoes in between returning from work and going to the gym. Tasty and power packed.  Mummy bloggers, give it a try. Should make a nice office lunch too.


Bombay Foodie said…
Now that's not your kind of post!

Do you need new partners in crime? Maybe we could do some reviews together to cheer you up :)
Dori said…
I am going through one of these "slumps" right now... No fun... but I hear things will look up soon :)
Sanjeeta kk said…
Even mummy bloggers feel the same!! I do miss my fav TV shows and struggle to find solitude.
But then in the end all is well, when I get beautiful comments from people like you :)
Sharmila said…
Aww ... cheer up. That awesome dinner could not cheer you up? Hmm ... go have some khichuri and beguni and ilish bhaja. And smile. :-)
Anonymous said…
Cheer up, knife! The weather - and your writing mojo - will pick up soon!
Scarlett said…
Hey, cheer up! The monsoons aren't that bad. Think hot chocolate :) And you'll find new partners in crime soon, I'm sure of that. Go back to're happier that way!

PS: It's commendable that you're still gymming regularly. How do you stay motivated?
Kalyan Karmakar said…
Thanks for writing in. Each comment made me smile :)

@Simran... Guess we men are allowed our hormonal moments too :) Time for plan B eh ? Though I must warn you that I am shifting my hunting grounds to Andheri E from Chinchpokhli soon

@Meeso, I am sure they will. Hope your slumps were as little as mine. And even smaller :)

@Sanjeeta K K: thanks, I too live
for comments when I blog

@Sharmila... a visit to Candies for breakfast and I was smiling again

@onekhaone...thanks...your are a soothsayer :)

@Scarlett: Candies, bright weather, Irani cafe memories and finally cooking hakka noodles. You were right.

Motivation for gymming? The super sized food show hosts on Indian Telly
Pinku said…
Ups and downs and ups again that life Knife.

btw how come I havent seen you post anything on the Alphonso??