Back from Bangalore… and Thankfully Away from Pappu!!

If u are thinking I’m talkin bout some chashmish guy with oily hair and braces. Stop right there!! But what m talking bout is even yuckier than that and thankfully I’m now 48 hrs and several kms (I won’t go into calculating the distance between Jdpr n B’lore) away from it!!

Firstly, yes, I’m bk frm Bangalore after learning loads, enjoying loads n making grt friends. It has been a grt experience. I lived in a PG for the first time in my life, managed my things n roamed around Bangalore(It’s a really happening city n ya there’s loads to explore. I’ve not been able to explore the whole of it yet.) Well many of you must have already dn that b4 so it’s not that big a thing, but ya newayz it ws my first experience and a learning one!

So how did Pappu jump in between? Well actually the interesting part is that Pappu is a B’lorian term for Daal cooked in lunch or dinner. (Yeah, even I was equally surprised wen my fren told me so!!) But for truth there’s nothing so surprising about this Daal except its name. It’s as bland as the food cooked for the ill.

So why a blog on Pappu?? (c’mon Meet, you cd hav written smthing better!!) It’s coz they’ve been stuffing me with the same pappy every day of the week for an entire month and a half. The only variation one cud expect is a thinner version of the same thing with a few vegetables floating around (n yes they even named it Sambar, enuf variation to avoid protests frm girls. huh??). So lunch was Pappu, rice and Rasam and thankfully papad( the only thing u cud expect to add sm taste!! People in my PG said that the food was million times better than that in other PGs!! Rest u cn imagine!!

I’m reminded of a song from the movie Main Prem Ki Diwani Hoon that goes like “ Prem meri aankhon mein hai…”(why m I thinking of that disgusting song?!). that just fit my situation, “Pappu meri aankhon mein hai… pappu mere digestive system mein hai..” ( Eeeeuuuuuuughh!! Now it’s becoming too disgusting!!)

P.S. On Sunday they used to make chicken curry for lunch, that was actually not too bad considering what we got the rest of the week.

But one thing I’m sure of, had I stayed there a few more days, I would have definitely got a pappu nightmare… Imagine there’s a big cauldron of Pappu and I’m getting sucked into it and there’s no one to pull me out!!(Urgh!! Meet, u must get an award for ur disgusting imagination and one for the even more disgusting description.) Thank God, I’m bk home!! So no more Pappu!!

So I’ve decided, now that I’m here I won’t have rice for at least 1 entire month.

P.S. The above statement is subject to change if my mom cooks Rajma chawal...(That’s one thing I can’t resist. I was craving for Rajma in B’lore!)

For now I’m relaxing at home… I really don’t intend to go bk to Pappu! But yeah I need to get down to sm serious job hunting now!! Wish me luck!!

Take care, God Bless…Keep blah-blahing!!

Until then Pray for me Brother…Pray for me Sister!!!