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Friday, 4 November 2016

casual commentary

I'm sharpening knives today. This has been long overdue, almost a week, and keeping dull weapons are an insult to their sharpness.

My preferred method is usually gliding them at a 15° angle on a whetstone, and keep doing it until they are sharp enough to slice air.

How do I gauge their sharpness?
By chopping a tomato. More often than not knives tend to mash the tomato instead of chopping them, only because their ends have gone blunt, and many a times in results in knife blade slipping across the tomato skin and cutting cook's finger.
In order to receive less cuts in the kitchen, keep your blades sharp and wits sharper.

Sharpening knives is a meditative process, and `i'm wondering what's keeping me from listening to an audiobook while doing so.
I've a couple Japanese santoku knives that need sharpening, and of course my big fat cleaver.

Also, in the process of roasting some chickpeas to make a delicious protein snack.
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Morning work out feels good, and I think this winter I'm sticking to this routine.
 Feels good to bathe your sore body in piping hot water. Almost feels like it melts the aches away, only that they resurface a short while later. Good thing to have aches too, can't have the body acclimatizing to work outs. It's important there be a change or else, how will you know the strengths and limits of your own body. Also if you stick to doing the same exercises, its effects start diminishing, and you system adapts to working that way.
Gotta keep things interesting.

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Read a story, or rather chronicles. To say that it's a whirlwind of mad happenings would be an understatement.
More like an LSD fueled rainbow that changes colours with every blink. How do you do it..? sighs


Monday, 21 December 2015

late night lost time

There's no logical explanation to why I'm listening to depeche mode at this hour. I mean it's well past midnight.
Maybe cuz I've nothing better to do, or maybe I'm hoping against hope that I'll be able to stretch this night into morning. hah, waking up to the moon instead of the sun. Won't that be something?
sigh, here I am, stranded in a swamp of insignificant musings..please, nobody throw me a rope!

It's official..it's late night, and just when I thought this heap of routine couldn't look anymore revolting, it applies fresh makeup of promise, and entices me with a rosy hope again.
What can I say? I'm a sucker for utopia.

The air is thick with all the castles I've built in it, and my paradise is overrun by fools.
letting my desires get the better of me,  I'm a glutton for passion. Greedy and covetous..miserably ravenous for more..this need for effulgent furnace not a primrose spark.
to get sandblasted by ferocious heat
not thaw my bones in a sunlit park.

Silly late night, smearing wishful cravings on my insides
I sit here seeping blood
or is this rose petals
aching myself to a sigh
thirsting, craving
for a sinkhole to swallow me
or lend me wings maybe, so I could fly

The ceiling is probably my best friend, it gazes back when I stare at it..never judging; poker face, always!  But here it is, my dearest darling night. Clad in a morbid smile, promises to sew shut my
eyes, and not a single word about what I'd see tonight..I'm hoping it'd be a dream, but I won't complain if it's a nightmare.