Wagging Away

Travelling at 40 So as my trip slowly dwindles into a lovely haze of distant comforting memory wanted to jot down a few more things before general senility took over... It's funny how the trip evolved actually. I got on the flight from here to Dubai and onward to Copenhagen fairly uneventfully (thank God!)...I ended up sitting next to the only other Indian who was flying to Copenhagen! A young thirty something chap from Gurgaon on his way to a training month in Copenhagen courtesy his company. Never flown before, never left India before and straight to Copenhagen in Oct armed with nothing more than the most redoubtable of armour...lots of ready-to-eat Haldiram's meals...As he earnestly explained to me, "wahan khane ko kya milega pata nahin" so he was prepared to beat out the 7-year famine if need be. A very helpful chap and sort of clinging on to the last vestige of home and a familiar face, we shared  a cab and he dropped me off at my hotel and went off to hi...

So i am finally writing about my long planned journey alone...to Europe because I am a coward and don't want to face random trials and tribulations on a holiday! But the key point of that last sentence was ALONE! After 15 years of marriage, 40 years of a vanilla existence I finally decided to have a me-moment. And that resulted in 10 days away from home...not anywhere particularly brave or particularly exotic...Western Europe is nothing if not the antithesis of those two things... but for me, it was more than that...it represented a frontier hitherto unthought, untouched and certainly not breached... So bear with me while I rewind a bit... June 2013-June 2014 was a bit of a red-letter year for me...consider this: Got a job in something I knew nothing about Kept a job and learnt what I previously knew nothing about Turned 40 Worked with personal turmoil Worked through parenting guilt Came out fine after parental guilt Didn't resolve personal turmoil More importantl...

said in a homer-simpson voice...If I had waited 5 more days to write the tale of the lady's fingers it would've been 4 years since my last post...which itself would've been a year after the previous one...will I last? Only time will tell no ya? :)

So another day comes to an end...but am feeling rather euphoric today...crazy kickass workout session tends to do that after fat ass lazy weekend. Today was a happy memory lane kind of day too...so here's what happened... Once upon a time three FOBs (to paraphrase my email to other concerned parties...and FOB is fresh off the boat for those STILL not in the know) in PA, USA somewhere were enjoying frozen and thawed tiramisu...as general reading material, we turned the box around to find the ingredients only to discover an astonishing truth..tiramisu contains lady's finger. Now, we were pretty savvy FOBs mind you. We knew of okra and eggplant and wrenches and the lack of fortnights in the land of the brave and free...but here was truly proof on printed packaging that lady's finger was known (we did ponder why they hadn't written okra but didn't waste too much time on that lead)...but how had they managed to disguise the sliminess and strong flavour of okra/bhindi/...