Honor Your Hunger

Found this, via her.

I love the bit that says, challenge the food police.

Addicted

I am absolutely in love with Criminal Minds. There are days, when I have to thank American Television.

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It seems that Bloggers en masse are talking about periods and how it doesn’t ruin pickles. Some post (I have lost track of the links) talked about how it must be terrible being a Tamil Brahmin woman during periods. Further, the woman/ man commenting also says that, it is good to be a North Indian after all.

Most of the posts were rambling and I lost interest after reading a bit. She makes her point most nicely.

Thankfully (or not), my family is no upholder of archaic traditions. So, I grew up with no special treatment whatsoever. Of course, I hated periods. I still do. When I was a teenager, I had to wear Salwar Kameezes during those times, for my other clothes fitted too snuggly. I hated that. Now, I don’t even notice my periods, I am uniformly fat all through the year.

Office

What kind of an idiot would send a research paper with a font called – Chiller? No. Really. The whole document looks like it is out of a seedy Bollywood horror flick.

I complained to a colleague that he ought to stop getting stinky thayir saadam for lunch. He was most offended and said that, I am Tamil. Like that makes it okay to spread sour and puke inducing smell all across the office. I have now moved my work-station next to a bachelor North Indian fellow. At least, he goes out to eat.