I’ve never felt so dumb


Okay this is going to be completely random. Yes, how can someone develop so much laziness? I sometimes wonder if I lost my thinking hat. It might have got lost with the chaos around me and the blogger in me does get lazy and sleepy and forgets to churn words. It seems he has lost his patience too. With life engulfing him in its chores, he does gets busy – with life.

Well, let me tell you something that made me ponder, why our brain is so like a horse. Yes, a horse! Its been three months since I moved into my apartment. We usually have two keyholes in the door and have two keys to open each lock. I usually open the locks using each key. Sometimes there would be no identification mark to differentiate the keys and sometimes the keys would be differently designed, the bow part where you hold the key.

When I moved in for the first time, I tried to open the first lock with a key but some for weird reason it didn’t open. I might have turned left instead of right or right instead of left. I changed the key and it clicked. So I used the second key to open the other lock. I remembered this and saved this in my mind – brass colored key is for the second lock and the silver colored key is for the first lock.

And so a month later when I got a roommate I had to request the lease office for a spare key which they usually give when we move in the first time. They have been asking me to come on a weekday so that they can ask the key maker to make a spare key. I couldn’t find any time during the day to visit the lease office and hence this has been on hold for three or four weeks. So we started early from office, on a Friday, as we had completed the tasks for the day little earlier or you can assume everyone was in Friday mood and left home early. So we, having confirmed that there are no pending tasks for the day, started early and reached home.

The lease office would be open till 6 pm and so I decided to give them a call and check if I can come and see if I can get a spare key. Having got the confirmation from them, I walked to the office and told them that I have come for the key. The lady in the office asked me to show my key inquiring about my apartment number and door number.

I gave her the keychain which had both the keys nicely secured with all other discount cards from Shoprite, Plenti etc hanging along with it.

She said, ‘So you have two keys, why do you need a spare one?’

I told her, ‘Yeah I need the spare keys for my roommate too.’

‘Well, you can use both the keys to open the lock’

‘Yes, but I need the spare for my roommate’, I repeated.

I couldn’t understand why she did’t get what I said. But she rephrased her words – You can use the keys to open both the locks which means each key can open both the locks.


Its been three months and we have been opening the locks with respective keys – The silver one for the top and brass one for the bottom. When did this change! I even gave a demo on how to lock and unlock the doors using the two keys.

I couldn’t come out of the shock that was inflicted on me. I sheepishly grinned and thanked her for letting me know and came out of the lease office like a fool.

What the..! So each key can open both the locks and I have been using the spare key all these days assuming that they belong to different locks. Why haven’t I tried opening the other lock with the other key, I mean you get it right? How can I be so dumb! Now you get the horse analogy? :D

I fastened my pace and I couldn’t wait to test this. As I reached my apartment door, I used the silver keys to open both the locks. Voila! the door gave me way like I cracked some complex algorithm. Then I locked the doors with the same key and used the other brass key to open the locks this time. Whoa! it opened.

I hurriedly climbed the steps and walked to my roommate and said, ‘you know what, I was told that each key can open either of the locks and we already have the spare key. Here it is, this yours now’, and handed over the brass key to him.

He asked, ‘Ohh, so one key can open both the locks?’


‘Aaah! Now I get it, I have not been using the keys the way you asked me to open the locks. I randomly use one of the keys to open one and the other one to open the other. I have never bothered to notice the color when opening them. Now I realize why I never get struck even when I use any key to open the locks’

I was like, ‘What!’

So he didn’t tell me as well, that the keys are same, even though the design is different. I held both the keys together, aligning the bow and key threads and realized only the bow design changed, the cuts were same!

I’ve never felt so dumb!


P.S: The photo at the top of this post was clicked by me when I was lazily lying down in my bed on a lazy Saturday afternoon!

French Toast & Veggie Omelet Chronicles

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My usual breakfast – French Toast, Veggie Omelet and Fried Potatoes!

Well, I know its been a long time I wrote something and every-time I write something I say the same. Funny it is I know. But somehow I couldn’t assemble my thoughts and urges to find couple of hours to sit and write. Might be other things are dominating my thoughts and that makes me less inclined to writing.

What has happened? Did my blogging skills diminish with time? No. I am still the same inquisitive boy who I have been. Wait..boy? No no Its time to say, ‘man’. Since, I am going to see my next generation soon, that should make me more mature. Duh! I don’t want to be mature, I still want to be the same funny eccentric hopeless guy. Its not being mature that people around you expect but all you need to be is responsible and bearable. Responsible enough to take care of yourself and the people you care about. Bearable enough not to make someone think you are a douche bag! Everything else is only relative!

So that makes me a boy – a responsible boy!! :)

Okay so I can hear you mind voice – whats all this French Toast & Veggie Omelet?

Eh! nothing so big. Just some random thoughts and things thats happening around me and with me. But what is so specific about this French Toast and Veggie Omelet? Again nothing. Thats becoming my usual morning food. I have been wanting to write more something like a diary. But again that would be like I need to recollect and write things from past which I am feeling lazy to do! So I will just go with the flow for now and then try to fill in things if I missed anything.


Its been exactly 42 Days 3 Hours and 44 minutes since I had moved to New Jersey from California. Since then, I relentlessly accept that is coming in my way – new city, new people and new ways!

Somerville is a borough in New Jersey, that has serene, suburban setting. So I moved here to this city, as this was near to my work location. I don’t have to commute long distance to work as everyone else is doing. It just takes around 15 – 20 minutes drive to work. I am loving this area so much. Its mostly residential buildings surrounding this place and a shopping center nearby which is also in a walkable distance.

One good thing about my work place is that it has a nice cafeteria and a Starbucks outlet which has everything from cookies and Coffees to cakes and soft drinks. Every morning, when I nonchalantly walk to the cafeteria, to order my breakfast, I have only two options to go for. One is this French Toast and Veggie Omelet and the other one is the Two Eggs and Cheese Sandwich. The reason being other menu items would mostly consists of Bacon, Pork or Turkey Sausages which I seldom eat due to its looks and second is I am Vegetarian(!). Don’t ask me from when is Egg considered to be a Veg? See I eat Veggie Omelet! :P

I mean, I seriously don’t have any other option since having left my wifey back in India and having no time to cook in the morning (I don’t know cooking which is another sad state of affairs! :( ), the only solace is the cafeteria where people manage to eat sandwiches and meat for breakfast nicely. I cannot imagine anything other than Idli-Chatni, Dosa, Chapathi, Poori Masala for my breakfast. But, what to do! If you are not in India, then either you need to make indian food happen or accept what is happening :P. How we Indians have developed a food practice that’s hard to sacrifice!

Well the other day when I had been to the Hair salon in Downtown Somerville, the hairdresser told me that every Friday there would be Antique Car show in the downtown shopping area. The whole stretch is called a Main Street (As how the the whole Renganathan Street in T.Nagar is called so!). I told her that I had just moved in from California so I would definitely visit on a Friday. Since I wasn’t much interested in the antique cars, I thought let me visit some Friday when time permits.

Two days back, when I had left office early to get my driving license updated, the plan didn’t turn out to be a successful one. I had missed two documents which I need to carry. So having moved the plan to a weekday, I found that I need to buy things in the ShopRite which is in the Downtown Somerville. And so I thought let me go and grab something to fill up my fridge for the rest of the week, I landed in the Main St in few minutes. It was so crowded that even the cross street that I was walking was filled with people. Later, entering Main St made me realize that the antique car show was on!

Oh my! This was unplanned as such. Anyway, I thought let me walk the whole stretch and see the cars first and then go for the shopping. Having decided that I walked the whole stretch gazing through the cars on display. The cars were just parked right on the sides, like how the street parked cars used to be. It was a great idea to have put the cars on display right on the sides of the road.

There was a whole bunch of people walking along the sidewalk chatting along and eating in the seats put outside the restaurants. I too took the opportunity to click some of the cars and took some selfies too!!

Here are some of the pics that I managed to share in the FB.













Hmmm so I haven’t yet started to explore NJ. Its been just a month and am yet to get a Car. When I was back in Los Angeles, it was better. It had a good public transportation for short distance. But here it is difficult to move around without a car.

So that’s it for now. I’ll try to be regular here with more posts.

Ciao! :)

Fifty Shades of Puliyo-Grey

Spoon Plates

Puliyogreys have been the part and parcel of every tambrahm upbringings that never cease to be the standard dinner even in the recent times. Those summer holiday epochs of our childhood have always ushered me to the specific timeline where the childhood memories remains intact with such pleasantly unpleasant endeavors.

Those were the summer holiday times at my aunt’s place when P’greys were of abundant supply from the temple. The two families would nonchalantly consume just the voluptuous plates of P’greys for dinner. I would like to mention that the alchemy of making P’greys with excessive tamarind and peanuts does magical things to you at night. If your system doesn’t accept the proportion, then you might have to take a couple of strolls to the loo to cache clean the exorbitant intake.

The hunger which is predominantly dominant before the consumption of this masochistic concoction nevertheless gets conquered at the end of process.

It evokes a sense a deep submission to some unknown force which drops the serotonin levels engulfing us to a nice Trans state called sleep!


Train or bus journeys have never been complete without the hawkers distributing food packets and frequenting the compartments with open carton full of Fruti-s and Fanta-s and Lays.

And then there are packets of P’greys with unknown source of supply. More worrying factors that might interest you are the eerie sense of wetness in the highly yellow tinted rice with generous quantity if oils, packed in plain patrawalies wrapped in newspapers.

The major problem with such crowded travel is the fear of flatulence. You never know what the other person is capable of and then there is intensity and sustenance levels which defines the devastation quotient of every human being.

Your olfactory sense never fails you. A stich in time might save nine, but a ‘fizz’ in time might kill nine and a stronger one can kill more!


The other day, when I was in the cafeteria, scanning the caterers on the floor, to get something for lunch, I stumbled upon this interesting combo menu where we can choose one main dish with couple of other auxiliary add-ons. The best thing about some companies are the offshore offices which are lavishly built and air conditioned along with plethora of options to get yourself nicely fed when hunger sends you SOS calls.

So my instinct driving me to go for Combo 4 menu comprising of what the nomenclature claims it to be a variety rice. The adds-ons include a series of wet and dry additives to aid the process of eating the main dish. Presence of butter milk in the list was some respite. After conducting an algorithmic computation in my mind to opt for this menu, I decided to join the queue to acquire a token for the same. This sounds all technical but believe me it’s all simple!

I joined the queue where my position was quite far away from the card swiping machine guy. The worst part of depending on the cafeteria food for lunch. Either you have to hit the cafeteria early or better come late. Sticking to this logic has both its advantages and disadvantages. Unless an early hunger strikes, you won’t be able to hit the Food Court early and if you are devastatingly hungry right in the middle of the day, late lunch can spoil your lunch time badly.

I didn’t want to steer my thoughts to such formula, hence I had to give in to the peek time rush. As the queue was progressing at snail’s pace, my hunger too was at waning phase. The guy at the desk was fishing the dried pond for 10s and 20s to be returned to the hungry fellow employees. Unperturbed by such peak time adversaries, I had taken a vow to conquer the combo plate before the hunger conquers me, holding all my perseverance strong as grit. I felt like a warrior!

After an arduous wait of twenty odd minutes, I was able to acquire the token which will fetch me the heavenly plate of variety rice.

Sometimes, testing one’s patience happens at all places more than the testing one’s code. There was another line at the food dispensing counter. I picked up a plate and joined the queue again. As I was moving forward, it took me a couple of seconds to realize that, two of the containers which had those variety rice in colorful display were beginning to reveal their bottoms. With every one person ahead of me yielding their plate, the containers had started making those squawking noise. Yes, the sound of serving spoons scratching the bottom of the vessel.

The horror struck me when someone barged in the middle of the line thereby increasing the probability of getting my plate not served.

Sometime, more than the reality, our gut feeling always helps us to overcome failure. By the time I handed over my token to the counter guy and with my last hope, I uttered those words

“Variety Rice…”

This guy nodded his head left and right showing me the empty vessel in the front. The worlds around me failed unceremoniously when two other guys came and yanked those two vessels from the serving counter, and walked away into the kitchen.

Life is full of options if you reckon. So I asked the guy for other options if this is not served. He with his least of his interest to feed me, agreed to check and come back. There is something called ‘refill’ which no one cared to do.

Convincing myself to have whatever available for consumption, I nodded my head. He said, he will give extra fryums in the plate to compensate my loss of faith in humanity. After waiting for couple of minutes with my eyes locked on every plate that came out of the kitchen, my guy marched forward with a plate full of fryums. Bewildered to see only fryums in the plate, I removed two three fryums, to find a morsel of colored rice heap nicely snuggled under the fryums. Before I could realize what I have been blessed with, with all the bewilderment and grief, I lifted my head and stammered pointing my fingers on the plate.

He said those magical words, “Puliyogrey” and walked away in glory.

Irrespective of whatever debaucheries that people find themselves into, there is always salvation – CURD RICE


See what I found

The other day when I was cleaning my room, I caught hold of some old things stocked up in my top shelf. Now that they have been unearthed, it made me think the times we have crossed. The times, we didn’t have access to things that made life easier, the times, ‘knowing’ Computers was all that jazz. Google was only a search engine.

Then this thing ‘Floppy’ which we carried around everywhere like how we carry 1TB external hard disk these days. It is so amazing to realize that our technological urge didn’t go beyond 1.44 MB worth of data. What else do we carry around in a floppy? A softcopy of the resume to be sent to the employer or a powerpoint presentation to be presented for a college seminar. That’s all!

But now, pen drives and hard disks are full of data with no free space, but our desires are still unfilled. With the emerging trends in the cloud storage, Google Drive, One Drive, Dropbox and iCloud are doing their part to help seamless availability of data.

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Toothbrush (Tamil)


மஞ்சள் வெய்யிலின் நிறத்துக்கு ஈடாக நான் சாப்பிட்டுகொண்டிருந்த லெமன் சாதம் பளபளத்துக்கொண்டிருக்க,நான் அதை வெறித்தனமாக கபளீகரம்செய்து கொண்டிருந்ததை அந்த ரயிலின் உள்ள அனைத்து பயணிகளும் கண் இமைக்காமல் பார்த்துகொண்டிருந்த அந்த கண்கொள்ளா காட்சியை வர்ணிக்க எனக்கு வாய் இல்லை.அவ்ளோ பசி. வாய் முழுவதும்சாதம். தொட்டு கொள்ள உருளைக்கிழங்கு சிப்ஸ் பாக்கெட் வாங்கினது ரொம்ப சௌகர்யமாக இருந்தது.

ஒரு அரை மணி நேரமாக,மானை புலி வேட்டை ஆடுவதுபோல் நான் சங்கீதா ஹோட்டலில் வாங்கிய பார்சலை வேட்டை ஆடி கொண்டு இருந்தேன். இரவு சாப்பாடு இனிதே சுபம் அடைந்ததை கொண்டாடும் விதமாக, பையில் வைத்து இருந்தஆரஞ்சு பழச்சுளைகளை உள்ளே தள்ளி விட்டு, உலகமே அதிரவைக்கும் படியாக ஏப்பத்தை விட்டதும் தான் என்னை சுற்றி இருந்த உலகமே எனக்கு புரிந்தது. திருச்சி ஸ்டேஷன் நாளை காலை 5 மணிக்கு வரும் என்று அம்மா சொல்லி இருக்க, காலை சூரியனை கூட கண்டிராத எனக்கு ஐந்து மணிக்கு முழிப்பது என்பது பிரம்ம பிரயத்னம்.

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