Sunday, 27 March 2011

Patience my child

A couple of random events presented to you,
simply because I got nothing better to say or do.

Bring forth your stone jars my children

One fine afternoon, I'm having this hellishly intense craving for coffee. And if you knew me you would know I would make Libya look like a sneeze if I didn't get my timely fix of caffeine.

I go to the cafe and get to the coffee machine, but there is this nice elderly gentleman just standing there and filling up his cup with hot steam and I begin to think, why is it labelled as 'hot steam'? Does steam come chilled? I should get me a cup of one of those if they do, but definitely after this cup. And more silly thought when he turned around and probably mistook me for a nice young stranger, because he smiled at me, so I smiled back and before I know it, its two minutes. This gentleman is still standing, with a cup full of near boiling water and just looking at it. I decide not to intrude on whatever this old guy was doing so I waited 30 seconds more. Then I waited 10 more. This was clearly puzzling me cause I had absolutely no idea what he was doing.

For a moment I wondered if the bag of bones had fallen asleep staring into the cup. Or even worse, died.

40 more seconds passed and this guy was still staring dead deep into the cup of water, I tapped the on his shoulders and said softly "Sir, it turns into wine only on Sundays".

That did the trick. He immediately disappeared with his cup of hot water and luminous aura.

And if we move to the right, we can see a plate of idlys

A few weeks ago, I'm having dinner at this place I go to usually. I don't remember what I had ordered but I think it was a plate of pooris. This is one of these places where you stand and eat on a table. As I am busy digging into the pooris, I notice this lady, staring into my plate. A glance is pretty common from people at the restaurants, because most people are trying to make their minds about what to get and can't help looking at some other people's orders. So I immediately looked away and continued to eat.

One poori later, I notice that she is still looking at my plate. I gave her a stare trying to unsettle her, she looked at me and went right back to looking at my plate. The unsettler, became unsettled. The unsettlee however, poked at one of her friends and pointed at my plate as if I wasn't even there.

They even had an engaging conversation about my dinner for the next couple o minutes. I'm usually pretty pleased to run into weirdos. Not because I feel right at home with them, but because, they are food for my blog. And if you go around, you probably run into a lot of them and they continue to surprise you every-single-time. But this pair was really killing my apetite.

I waited for a few moments and finally took a few steps towards them and said "Does your cellphone have a camera?"

"Excuse me" she said, with a full nakhra look. She probably thought I was using a lame pick-up line. So I repeated my query.

After glancing at her friend and giggling she said "Yeah, why?"

"Well, you can take a picture of my pooris if you want. I can wait."

Her friend got the joke...she didn't! And, no, it didn't entirely do the trick, but I had to go through only a couple more minutes of that.


There are more to come from weirdville, but that's for another day another post.


  1. I still dont know why they were looking at your pooris man! :D

  2. Honestly Im more puzzled about what the old guy was doing.

  3. Ughh! Wierdos. Poori-staring aunty beats everything..

  4. This is new-edible items bewitch people into stupidity....

  5. @GG
    Yeah. Though I somehow feel there are weirder weirdos waiting for me out there.

    Maybe its a vodoo poori.