9 things revealed

 Sharing 9 things about myself:

1. I like black coffee. No adulteration. Copious quantities of it.

2. I am bad at cooking, but great at being a food critic.

3. I wake up before 6 am every morning. Not voluntarily, blame the sleep cycle.

4. I dislike speaking with people, unless I really really like them.

5. I love driving/riding my car/bikes.

6. I hate socks

7. I dont have any photographs of the most memorable moments of my life.

8. I remember other peoples birthdays (with an assist from Google Calendar)

9. I used to whistle well, dont anymore.

Hair in the ear ( auricular hypertrichosis )

 Yes, I suffer from this absolutely normal physiological condition where one or several hairs sprout from ones ears. In my specific case, there is exactly one hair which sprouts from the top of my right ear lobe and stand out like the proverbial overachieving student in class found perennially with a raised hand and fore finger even before the teacher completes her question.

I do not really care about this from any aesthetic point of view. But it irks me at times, and I just yank it out whenever I remember to, about once every two months. I have no other hair from my ears, but as COVID has caused all of us to be very touchy feely with our ears what with having to repeatedly assault them with earphones for all those work Teams/slack/meet calls, the hair no longer goes under the radar and is evicted with extreme prejudice regularly.

How I like my eggs

 Yeah, start with taking the non-stick pan from the cabinet.

Put it on the stove, then spend 2 minutes lighting, then relighting the stove (its an old one and has its own startup routine)

Bring those 4 eggs from the refridgerator door. Crack them into a ceramic bowl and grab that fork to whisk them into submission. Then curse silently at yourself to go grab two slices of cheese from the fridge, trudging there and back mournfully, lamenting the lack of process optimization you have just practised.

Grab the olive oil and butter and put a bit of each into the pan. Let it warm up, the oil becomes more viscous and you give the pan a whirl to coat every millimetre of it so the eggs dont stick.

You then get into the endless debate with yourself, should I add the salt and pepper to the eggs in the bowl before whisking? or should I dump them into the pan then sprinkle them on top. You spend 10 seconds debating then your hunger makes the decision for you and you dump the eggs into the pan and sprinkly salt and pepper on top when you see a little white(they are cooking).

Now you do what every street eggs vendor in Bombay does and take 4 slices of bread from the packet, dunk each on either side in the still runny eggs and place them on top of the eggs. Then you take the cheese out of the packets and keep them ready. Soon as you dont see any more runny yellow bits, you take the big wooden ladle and flip the eggs to now be bread side down on the pan. Letting the bread slices go golden brown while you place the two slices of cheese on each bread slice, you grab the tomato ketchup and splotch a dollop on each slice. Now proceeding to folding the bread slices one over the other you come away with the Bombay egg sandwich which now you slide onto a big plate, grab a knife to separate first the full bread slices, then halve them as well. Splotch a few more blobs of ketchup on the plate and get ready to carry this heavenly breakfast to your table in front of the Television. 

How I deal with losing important people

 Yes, this is my coping mechanism for dealing with the gut wrenching, unlimitedly tragic feelings that follow the loss of someone very important in my life.

For some strange reason, they aren't dead for me, rather they have gone on a long train journey and I am seeing them off at the railway station after driving them there and loading their bags.

They are waving to me as the train rolls out of the station, and I walk beside the train for as long as I can waving back and reminding them to call when they reach.

As the train finally becomes just a speck in the horizon, I turn back to my car, get in, a little sadder and a lot lonelier than a few minutes ago. Driving back home alone is very brutal, as I keep running through memories of happier times with them in the past.

I think this probably implies I am living in denial and not confronting my loss. But screw it, I am able to keep going and that's all that matters. 

Another thing that matters is, I hope when it comes time for me to take that final one-way train journey into the twilight, there is someone who cares enough to come drop me to the station and wave goodbye one last time.

Facts- whether you like them or not

The morning shower tires you out more than it refreshes you

Putting on good work clothes isnt as much fun as it used to be

You have enough watches, but never enough time

When you sneeze, theres rarely anyone about to whisper a 'Bless you'

Men used to sweat and swear, they barely whimper anymore

The traffic is as bad as it used to be, only now you realise you are the traffic too

The mornings still start early, but the nights never used to end this soon  

The drive to work is long, but sometimes not long enough to be fun

The work is endless, hectic and tough, but not as much fun as you want it to be

The coffee is warm enough, but never strong enough

The dinner is fulfilling enough for the body, but rarely enough to satiate the soul

The memories of your friend are incredibly detailed, but still not as good as the real thing.

Song lyrics are still remembered, but rarely sung aloud anymore

The future is as bright as it used to be, but you need to wear sunglasses now.