V Word Essays

V feels more natural hiding within a word rather than starting words of it’s own.Violent, vortex, vox poluli, villan, vigil… now it seems roman.

Voila! The letter V. I can’t shake the feeling it’s very foreign. Do you think V ever feels jealous of W? Or DoubleVay as it’s know as in french. Or maybe W is the evolved form of V. I’d go on about how V must have been the creation of an over-enthusiastic grammarian hopping up and down excitedly at a table of bored,ancient grammarians explaining how having double the number of V’s would make the language awesome. But I feel like somethings amiss.

I hit a hundred blog posts yesterday, I should be more confident about my writing by now. But my mind can’t help but wonder. It doesn’t seem to have registered the fact that writing one hundred different articles is no mean feat. Even as I try to ramble write about the letter V, I wonder if I should redo the challenge. Write fiction with the words the letter inspires instead of being a hipster.

Oh well. It’s not like that should be much work. I’ll probably have more time if I’m not trying to put up posts everyday, but honestly I don’t care to plan ahead. I just want to write. Voila!

Food a day after

I thought about calling this entry “Wet Chapatti” until I realized how dirty that sounds.

I don’t eat meat, I don’t eat rice and I hate anything that has curds on it so my diet is rather limited.  Most of what I eat is wheat based. Chapattis are my main source of sustenance . My cook makes Chapatti when he tuns up at around 8 in the morning, earphone buried in his heads, in the middle of a loud never ending conversation with someone.  I eat yesterdays chapatis for breakfast before he takes off his ever present black cap, starts cooking and I pack yesterdays chapatis for lunch. The only time I eat what he makes on the day he makes it is during dinner. Sunday is miscellaneous food day.I have a system. A cycle which always feels weird when broken.

The chapatis taste good. But after eating them for so long, I’m more concerned with how normal they taste. Good stops being a relevant category when you get so familiar with some you eat. And I’ve eaten these Chapattis for years. Everyday 4 chapattis ,out of the 20 or so, aren’t normal. The one’s who stay at the top of the box and the one’s at the bottom always manage to get a little moist.  It’s evaporation that’s at fault here. They taste like wet atta and I try to get them out of the way before they make the rest of them taste terrible. It always looks like they start ruining the other chapattis they rest on the second I see them.

I hate how chapattis taste when they get wet. It’s odd I suppose since all my efforts at keeping them dry is futile. Everything you eat a chapatti with is going going to make it wet. Hell eating it makes it wet. But I still hate it. Occasionally I’ll notice if a curry doesn’t taste very good.  I usually read or watch something while I eat so it doesn’t bother me. After you spend so much eating the same thing over and over again, you need something to distract you.

I know the taste too well to care sometimes. If the cook makes something new I.E if there are ingredients in the fridge, I actually notice. He makes good food. always spicy. I wonder how he knows since I’ve never actually told him anything about food. He likes cricket and is from some northern part of the country. He speaks Hindi or something like it. His accent makes it hard to understand. A real nice guy.

So if there’s something news and the cook has enough oil. I’ll taste something spicy, something familiar. I’ll change the cycle a little bit and I’ll eat 8 instead of 5 chapattis.