joie de vivre

posted : March 6, 2009

Browsing through good reads with a latte from the bistro while at Borders earlier was heavenly I must say. So much so I didn’t realise they were to close in like 30 mins(time check: 10.30pm) and it was pouring cats and dogs outside(shucks!) I couldn’t seem to get hold of the book by Paul Arden. But, nevertheless my eyes got caught by the title “The Omnivore’s Dilemma” by Michael Pollan. A book that I just needed to read to find the answer to the most basic question you ask each other almost thrice a day or even have to reply to: “What should we eat?” This so elementary question leads the author to his whole argument which comprises of him having to analyze the food chains that sustain us, all the way from the earth to the plate and much more. Reading the first couple of pages of the rather heavy reading material, on the train ride back to the west, made me think a lot more about the kilos of food that have been entering my body system since my 21 years of existence. It is a very American based novel. Yet, I think I can draw parallels with the fast food culture that sure is catching on fast here as well. As we were discussing just that during lecture on popular culture today. MacDonalization. Coca-cola colonialization. And ironically, I am sipping Coca-cola while typing this. Yes, a grand total of 42kcal per 100ml which works out to 138.6kcal for 330ml(standard can size). 138600 calories! Ahh. Let me throw the can out of my window such that it lands nicely on the borders of the creator land. Ok, digressing. I just wish I have more time in my hand for me to continue devouring the remaining 400 odd pages. I’ll just patiently wait for the semester break in May to do just that. Have tons of books stacked up ready for the 3 months. Nearly 15, I’m not kidding. And with regards to the 3 months break I’ve applied for a summer programme and a VIP attachment. Somehow I had some newfound enthusiasm in applying for it. I’ll just wait and see if the results are of any favour to me.

Writing and reading are indeed therapeutic, as what people say huh.

This entry needs to be marred with this next line. But I just need to. Why am I always the fucking one who cares, who imagines, who hopes. Seriously. Give me a break.

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