Monday, August 8, 2011

And no other people.

Boyfriend,

This is my 10 minute coffee break. For a change I'm dedicating it to you instead of Sharan's tumblr. I need these 10 minutes in the day, when I know what I did today (had a painful meeting, stared glassily at the laser) and I know what I'll do in the next three hours (hunt for NLW clamps, think about what to tell Jim when he meets me tomorrow). But these 10 minutes (which we both know are actually 20) are now yours.

Yesterday was a fitting end to a year spent in this country where I've made my peace with large portions (stop it, stop sniggering) , hippie art, green lawns, red brick buildings and bad coffee. And also living away from everyone I love has been easier because I found another bunch of people who treat me like a child and laugh at most things I say. I find it hard to live away from home, mostly because what is home now anyway? What happens when I go back?

Thank you for bring an idli-vada-sambar plate into my life exactly a year after I'd last seen the sight of a yellow pumpkin blob drowned in sambar and coconut chutney. You are the singularly most unlikely person in the world that I should have dragged to Saravana Bhavan (now in Orlando, people :)) but I did and it was awesome. You stuck it out through 5 chutneys and a cheese masala dosa and I'm proud of you. Even your stoic rejection of the corriander one (this looks like green baby poop) was okay with me after you ate all of your dosa and seemed to like it. You sat through the screeches of Tollywood songs that now have incongruous bits of English rap with shrill women warbling in Tamil. You displayed keen interest in the mango Lassi (which you pronounced like Lassie, the dog). Its funny how the place you come from can sometime make you squirm when you see it through another point of view (Tamil pop, I hate/love you) It's hard to understand someone else's pulp fiction :)

Sea World was of course, awesome. Flashy, yes, but very awesome. I think that duck and her brood of future rock climbers was the best. After the fireworks and the colorful fountains. If I was a 6 year old, I would have hyperventilated and gone into a severe color-induced Disney coma.

Ah, coffee over.

Love,
Aggie











P:S: I've posted two pictures of you because you look so cute and they will get lost somewhere in my phone if I don't do this now.


Rest if the world, excuse this sort of unladylike gushing :)

7 comments:

Such! said...

I might just cry.

Aggie M said...

It was that sappy na :)
<3

Dharini said...

All your posts revolve around said boyfriend. Meher might have many satellites, but Derek has one humungous planet :)

S said...

I think I might too. WTF Ag. Too much love yaar. So much approval. I also want some. How come the only people whose Senti Ments I don't barf at are you, Shwetu and Suchi?

It's ridiculous how much I empathise with a letter written to someone else. But I'll try pointing somethings out.

I find it hard to live away from home, mostly because what is home now anyway? What happens when I go back?

I don't even want to think about that. I am NERVOUS about going "home" now. Because what is home anymore?

You stuck it out through 5 chutneys and a cheese masala dosa and I'm proud of you. Even your stoic rejection of the corriander one (this looks like green baby poop) was okay with me after you ate all of your dosa and seemed to like it. You sat through the screeches of Tollywood songs that now have incongruous bits of English rap with shrill women warbling in Tamil. You displayed keen interest in the mango Lassi (which you pronounced like Lassie, the dog).

I took my boyfriend here (boyfriend? Should I call him that? Good heavens, this is a public forum! I'd say lover, but it's far too...pretentious for a sunny morning) to Woodlands in Leicester Sq. in London. Actually, he took me there. I was in line to get tickets for Les Mis the musical, and he called and said "There's a south indian restaurant here. It looks good!" and I was there in 5. He sat through that entire meal of bhel puris (but didn't you call it something else? Pani puri? But I want pani puri, not this!), idlis (they're so small), uttapams (Chillies!!!!), paneer tikka (this is nothing like the shit cottage cheese you get here. This is AWESOME) and hyderabadi biryani (this is AMAZING. Why don't you have some?) and sheera.

Watching Mr. and Mrs. Iyer with him took twice as long because of the commentary that came with it. And he loved it.

Its funny how the place you come from can sometime make you squirm when you see it through another point of view.

YES.

What happens when I go back? Time will tell. For now, we have curries every other night.


I love you Ag. Forever. But you know that.

Aggie M said...

@ Dee: Whattodo :) And for sheer volume, we mere mortals cannot compete with Meher. His is a work in progress.

@Sharan: Your head, it must be such an awesome place to be in. I'm rabidly jealous. Also, sentimentally speaking, We are not a trio for nothing.

I'm so happy you liked this because it's just a big chunk of my head furiously typed out. I'm so scared about going home now. Who thought a mere year could do this.

I never thought that I'd be here someday,but I am :)

Infinite love,
Ag

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