Living without food, about milk and my favourite hotel in Chennai

A few lines on the table topics from CSF's 4th meeting. Thanks to Priyanandhan for the wonderful topics. Pretty interesting how thoughts can flow when you have a laptop instead of thirty eager faces in front of you.

How to live without food?

First of all, before going on to find how to live without food, I must ask myself a simple question. What does food mean to me? Food means everything to me. If not the best, it is the second best after sleep. If there is someone looking for a way to live without food, like our TT master, then he must be insane, a beggar, or might have once stranded in an island with no trees. I’m so fond of food that I might put an end to the evolution of possible insects in that island. There is no way to live without food, at least to me.

Best way to Preserve milk is to leave it out with the cow!

Milk is something that I have been drinking from the time I didn’t have a name. So , this particular habit of mine is probably older than my name. I remember my school days when I started the day with a glass of milk in a tall tumbler. I made a big fuss to drink milk, and one day I managed to go to school without drinking milk. The same day, I got good beating from my biology teacher. I told my mom about this, and she, the clever lady she is, managed to convince me that not drinking milk and beatings were somehow related. I have been drinking milk ever since, but may be it would have been better if it was left with the cow. I would’t have to drink it all my life.

My favourite hotel in Chennai

Strictly speaking, I don’t believe in having favourites. As long as the food is good, the hotel is worth visiting again. Moreover, I let the other person pay the bill. They know it, and therefore I don’t get to choose the hotel. It is fine with me, as long as the food is good, and the bill is not filled in my name. What am I coming to say? My favourite hotel in Chennai is where someone else foots my bill.