As in regard of tastes and eating habits, I presume I’m quite as normal as anyone around is, except for minor deviations from the standard normal curve of food habits. I may sound a bit mathematical, but as a matter of fact that’s the way I am evolving. Thinking in discrete ways and trying to model different situations of life into mathematical equations has happened to me more than once now. It’s quite fun and imaginative and definitely not at all geekish as it sounds, for I never play by the rules of the subject. I, infact invent my own rules that suits my mind better (and in some cases allow Chuck Norris algorithm to strangle the problem with a cordless phone !!).
Breaking out of digression, I'll resume by expressing contentment over my food habits except on some occasions, notably those involving sandwiches. Sandwiches are tantalizing, succulent and symbolic of lighter moods and good times. Millions of people around the world will fondly recall how sandwich has played it's part in their times of celebrations, joy, sorrow, winter, spring, love, peace and what not. It finds mention in thousands of stories of everyday lives of humble mankind, in recitals and in epics. Sandwiches are beyond word...they are awesome !! But unfortunately, I don't share any sentiments I've poetically tried to expound. They come from my peculiar observations of people who are madly in love with this little things. Years have gone, but I'm yet to figure out how anyone can even sparingly relish these neat triangles full of filth. The idea of vegetables (especially cucumber) mollified in butter and all that covered in bread sounds absolutely hideous to me. It's appalling and very dismaying. You just can't ignore it. But then people will disapprove. They love it, and they do that very generously. When we talk about sandwiches, Yes, I do feel abandoned. I declare here that even after a strenuous search spanning years, I'm yet to find a single person who despise sandwiches as strongly I do. Among many desperate measure I have taken in my quest, I confess owning and moderating a single member community on orkut for an year - 'I hate Sandwiches'. No one subscribed to my ideology. No one still do and I feel helpless at times. In my defence, I want to say that I genuinely tried, but even after umpteenth attempt, I'm not able to alter my feeling towards them. It'll be with me till my time, and after that the world shall forget this loner forever.
I hate sandwiches. Though it fascinates me and grilled sandwiches subdue my hatred to some extent, but I still hate them like anything. And so do the coffee in CCDs and Baristas that people like to have with them. It is a sad story. One that results unconditionally and entirely out of circumstances. I loved CCD for all the good times of my sweet teenage and I loved that trip I had in first year with my best friends. Everything was great. We had a delicious breakfast on last day in a CCD romantically located on top of a hill in Mussorie. Everything was so unnaturally perfect that something had to go wrong ( I Interpreted I'll screw my mid-terms in exchange of so much happiness, which I eventually did). Things turned bad in a different way as well. During our descent back to R-land, some pseudo forces started acting upward on my coffee and other goodies I savored with it. Regurgitation drowned away the sweet memories of the trip and taste of coffee became synonymous with vomiting ever since. 'Don't think about chocolates and coffee' - my friend advised me during that harrowing time. I tried following his command but in a pathetic effort, I couldn't think of anything else but chocolates and coffee. Now every time I feel like throwing up, CCD and it's coffee and hot fudge crosses my mind. The same goes other way round. Being in CCD gets me back to all those mountains and that journey down the hills with all the puke and it's thoughts around. It has mercilessly left me devoid of all the good memories of past and coffee in CCD is a closed chapter for me.
And finally we come to pizzas. Before moving ahead, let me clarify that I love them and they are my idea of a really good time. But strictly, I'm a fan of Pizza hut pan pizzas only, and one amongst them that walks out with all the honors is Veggie Crunch. After a tiring JEE, my hungry self feasted upon this lovely pizza for the first time. It was love at first bite and the affair hasn't ended yet. Infact, the girl with sweet voice taking my orders in some call centre knows that over 90% of time, I order this specific pizza only along with cheese garlic breads. While I'm so fond of veggie-crunch, I have never liked anything Dominos or Papa John's has ever invented. Once again I'll shy away from normal food trends here by announcing I've not enjoyed, infact I hated, the much celebrated variant of Dominos pizza - The cheese burst. I know people are mad about it but for me, it's lot of cheese for the taste buds that adore true taste of pizza. Come on guys...cheese is tasty, but it has no right whatsoever to overwhelm the taste of pizza, something that is so classic in itself. I prefer pizzas unadulterated, least so by cheese. Unlike coffee in CCDs, I have no regrets to inform my utter disregard for this kind of food that is so low on creativity. It's just a bribe of cheese overdose to hungry uninformed people at a cost of loosing something so much blessed, so much eternal.
With that I'll like to conclude this post. Though I'm not very fond of South Indian food too, But I've found a decent amount of humanity not liking it as well.
Rest assured, I'm perfectly normal in all other aspects concerning human lifestyle. At least, thats what I perceive and any comment on the same shall be entertained only if conveyed in most diplomatic and encoded way.
