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I recently discovered that I have had a strange relationship with ‘curd rice’ – I like it but don’t need it. However, once I get the taste of it, I can’t seem to get enough and wonder why I don’t eat more of it. It gives me a sense of comfort, like a warm fluffy duvet gives you at the end of a long day. I then pondered about the days when I feel that I don’t want or need it. The explanation seems rather simple – there are so many other foods to savour and only so much space in the stomach so why then fill it up with boring and staid curd rice?
This set me thinking about my life in general. Which are the other areas in life where I do this – block out or resist the simpler, low maintenance stuff and instead opt for the more elaborate, richer, creamier and more sinful stuff? And it dawned upon me – with my choice in men.
I draw out the well turned out dish made with a fair amount of panache plated in a flamboyant manner. And then when the ingredients meshed together come through as unappetizing and heavy, I wonder how I got stuck with the meal; sometimes even forgetting that I ordered that dish on my own accord. Yes, out of all the damn dishes on the menu, I pick that one!! And all that I really want is a simple, well balanced, wholesome and tasty meal. How complicated could that be? Clearly, awfully difficult!
I want to feel light yet content after a meal. And similarly, I want to be with a man who makes me feel free and yet secure. Of course, an exquisite Awadhi meal is delectable and oh-so-satisfying with all its marinades, grills and cashew gravies but it does leave me feeling like a sloth at the end of that meal. I am not saying that I don’t occasionally enjoy throwing myself at a smorgasbord but I realize that at the end of the day, when one has tried the various cuisines and tickled one’s palate with the different flavours, the temptation of the familiar is high.
That is where I come back to my beloved ‘curd rice’. I could’ve sampled a perfectly rolled sushi, a freshly baked quiche Lorraine or even a juicy rib-eyed steak but nothing brings a smile to my face like this blend of rice and curd does. It’s comfort. It’s familiar. It’s easy on the stomach. It’s uplifting. Exactly what I want to close my meal with. So then why not use the same rationale with the men?!?
Instead of looking at the suave, high maintenance, fancy shmancy smarty pants, can I look at and appreciate the more sober, less in your face yet intelligent and smart man? Can I appreciate his wholesomeness and light flavouring and accept that I might be the ‘pickle’ that could be the perfect accompaniment? Although I have always been attracted to and by the flamboyant ones, it doesn’t necessarily mean that that is what is best for me. Simple is charming and sophisticated too. And perhaps, this is the way forward for me!
So the next time I go out, I think I will take the risk and maybe even shock one or two and order differently – it will be: “Curd rice for me, please!”
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In malluland, however, the term churidhar refers to the complete attire which includes the tunic as well as the pants.
Neha (confused): Only a churidhar?
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Radha: But mummy, Jana has not yet had curd rice!