Dinner Session in Talybont South...

I will hold good on my last promise and put in some snaps about our good old times, back in cosy Talybont south.

Back then the trio Prakash, Vinoth and Santa were the definite members and Punit usually gave them company (though almost never did he partake of their food (that upright ass!) Sometimes Sajith, Raam, Joshi, Selva or me were also present , almost always the party exceeded 4 members, though the frequency of Joshi , Raam and me were markedly less in that order.

The usual items included rice (often cooked in the microwave (for a short while cooked in Santa’s cooker but then that was discarded as well) yoghurt and some curry usually with tomatoes, onions and/or eggs as primary constituents. We did have a few other dishes , meat for instance but the staple diet were the above mentioned ones. The dinner session was a lengthy drawn out session, often leading to us earning curses from our roommates [:P] because of the noise, mess and the space we took up, but I am never the one to complain. It felt good to have people around.

Prakash stayed 2 floors above us, yet every session he dutifully stepped out of his corner (the rest of the day he spent cooped up... all day.. making detailed analysis of pornographic motion films). Vinoth technically stayed in a altogether different flat but he was around in Santa’s place for quite some time … Punit and Santa usually tagged along each other wherever they went [which was usually to the library or the grad centre but Punit also managed to persuade Santa to take long walks with him to explore the different roads of Cardiff. Sajith had *ahem* *ahem* personal business going on … and he did drop in time and again, though towards the end his (and Selva’s ) frequency increased. Raam was a cook himself, so he didn’t feel the need to come down so often. And since I stayed there, invariable I was mostly around. Selva stayed in Court, and closer to Vinoth than the rest of us, it was only in the later stages that he started coming more often.

Sajith cooked whenever chicken was on the menu and he was a decent cook. I usually didn’t refuse their invitation to join them though I did feel a little guilty coz they didn’t really have an inclination for the food I cooked [:D] . Punit would invariably fiddle with his phone and prakash will give gay looks all around or ask about songs and games. Or gape at passing brit undergrads trooping out for their parties…

Sometimes, the dinner session was followed by a leisurely sutta session and random babble. The guys did make a hell of a racket, especially Punit and Sajith and the others pitching in with earnest on a topic that fired their cylinders and I usually was satisfied being a relatively quieter spectator with a bemused smile on my face as I watched them have go’s at each other.

They made a real mess of the Kitchen … spilling oil, and curry powder and leaving the dirty utensils in the sink, on the stove not to say that the rest of the flatmates were spick and span , so it added to a generally dirty shared space. :(

But it still was good times; old times; fun times. Life; with friends; Life with so few worries, with so much promise. Happy days … sigh….Talybont days… Happy days .

Dinner at Mirchi

But after that blunt-ended post, the images does tend to get a bit blurred

But since we were on the lines of collective eating habits of Indians, let me just pull together a few more snaps and write about a couple more sessions when I had the privilege of eating a more than decently cooked meal with my comrades. But be warned, its isn’t always a reason to celebrate, an occasion to memorise; for them , it is almost daily life, with an added guest to feed upon their rations (me, in case u didn’t get it) .

I have numerous snaps of our times in Talybont and I will conjure up a few of them (the ones that really explained the ambience) and I will also put in a few from the new place they moved into (even though it was only for a short while.) there is a complete album devoted to one such time though. “Dinner at Chancery Lane”

http://picasaweb.google.com/mohanty.sk/DinnerInChanceryLane#

But all that will be preceded by the tale when we went to Mirchi… good times…

The snaps will be in the Album “Dinner in Mirchi”

http://picasaweb.google.com/mohanty.sk/DinnerInMirchi#

The start…

The actual food… (I remembered, the guys kept on complaining about how it was not spicy enough!! LoL)and i believe the fork, and hand is sajith's .. strange notions , that guy has.. absolute possesive abt chicken... ha ha ha!!!

After a full stomach…

A separate snap for the great guy who took the great shots ... Selva, thanks buddy!!

Have Fun Always

Cheers

A vague memory of an important day

My public blog has been gathering dust for sometime now , and I realised it was about time I put in a fresh face, a fresh tale and obviously fresh illustrations to let people who give a damn know, how my life here in UK is going on…

But my basic problem, as is the root of all the incidents happening to and around me is my sheer laziness, I have this almost huge stock of pictures with me now ( just fitting within a dvd!! ) that the laziest of bums that I am , I am daunted just by the size of it and trying to pick out a single, interesting tale, unwoven with the rest [and thus free from choices… the scariest reality of my life] is a trying task. But alas, just like my bones, that refuse to do my bidding, so does my mind rot away in indecision.

But having time on my hands ; [and idle time that if allowed to fester can bring in the seeds of weeds unpleasant] I set upon this task with renewed fervour to - slowly , but efficiently craft the tale of my existence here, the land of … ( well too many things actually.)

So let me see, where did I leave the tale hanging the last time…

Ahh!! New Year 2008…

You see , I have sort of chronicled my life in a bare minimum kind of way, on my online photoalbum

The link is

http://picasaweb.google.com/mohanty.sk

but the space is slowly being eaten up, and not being a premium member (pay money for online usage, am I a self righteous Indian or no? :P )

there is a very valid reason for the discontinuation of the blog, for the abrupt disinclination to put forth more of my life here , but as is my clogged up self, I am not totally at liberty to express it out loud. And most of the pictures in those period of times did not really do much justice to the really wonderful place this is, and the opportunities that lie here, they were a reflection of the (oh here we go again … sigh) depression, and gloom that I experienced. But though I can justify the discontinuation at that stage , the picking up of the strand once things got brighter doesn’t have much explanation other than my old ally, laziness.

Things got really busy around end of May , till mid October, and I didn’t really get much thinking time, contemplating time , much less photo-editing time. The shutterbug did not cease , but most of the snaps remained dormant , waiting for the brush to bring them to light. I used no photoshop, to embellish the truth, my editing is always to cut away , that which is not part of the story.

The next big day (though I did not know it then) was the day we went to KFC; It was sometime in February is my guess. Obvious the day started off as any other day, but I do remember that there was a open job interview that I had to go to, I did urge the other guys to come, none of them did, (and one of them even boasted that he has gone to the same place before once and did not get the job ,though I knew this was the first time they were holding an interview in the first place, but I held my tongue and my peace.)

Events in the recent past had changed the situation slightly ( :D) and laidback though I was, some extra dough would have meant more than minimalisitic luxuries . (whatever that means!!)

Anywayz , I went to KFC, sponged my share of the chicken off the guys and took a bus to my rendezvous point. The interview wasn’t spectacular and I didn’t step out feeling either exhilarated or depressed, it was not even one in a series, but I reacted to it as if it was, like it was like the umpteenth number of interview that I had just attended. (attended?? Yeah guess so )

Though I do remember waiting in the bay for a friend to come down and give the interview a shot, she did come, very late and in a taxi (a luxury unacceptable , in my dictionary) but unfortunately she did not make it. Such things inexplicably make me sad, that I should get thru and someone I know wont. But I remember the chilly winds as I waited and the cake that I devoured as I waited.

cheers

have fun always