I just ordered (and ate) some fish and chips. I am Bengali, and so, as far as stereotypes go, I expect my deep-fried fish to be as good as Mitra Cafe’s or Apanjan’s. I know it cannot be as good, when it is not from either of those establishments, or from a Bengali eatery at all, for that matter. But, I can’t help it if my standards are high – the fish should be that fresh, that flavourful, that truly melt-in-the-mouth. There aren’t many things that can live up to advert-speak, but if you’ve already tasted heaven, you know you won’t be rating mere earthly morsels as highly.
I’ve underestimated the biscuit in recent years. Previously in my life, biscuits were as common as the sun and the moon and the stars. Astronomy and gastronomy only diverged when it came to what demanded more romantic literature to be made out of them. They had been equals in my childhood, even contemporaries, Continue reading “Of Biscuits”→
2. a desire to satisfy any bodily need or craving.
3. a desire or liking for something; fondness; taste. [Courtesy: Dictionary.com]
Wouldn’t it be a relief, a release, however incredible the situation? You keep desiring to be rid of so many desires, because modern wisdom has convinced you that all want is evil, unless it is painfully got, and can only be justified by further suffering. That you must suffer for your health, for your happiness, because all other easy pleasures lead to more or a different kind of suffering. Ultimately, modern life is a choice between the good kind of suffering, and the bad kind of suffering. And no one knows for sure which is which.Continue reading “Of Appetite”→
My life is filled with guilty pleasures. I just don’t feel guilty about them. – James Spader
As a means of coping with life, I’ve been watching The Great British Bake Off. I don’t understand it. I mean, I am aware of the fact that it is an immensely popular show, but I don’t understand why I like it. Sure, I don’t just have a sweet tooth, Continue reading “Of Guilty Pleasures”→
I realize it has become too easy to find a diet to fit in with whatever you happen to feel like eating and that diets are not there to be picked and mixed but picked and stuck to, which is exactly Continue reading “Of Diet”→
For the first 24 years of my life, I was obsessed with film. I was that person who sits through the end credits just to find out about the songs featured in the film, even in the theatre where ushers try to usher you out so that everybody can get on with their lives. I am still that person who thinks the movie is over, Continue reading “Of Obsession”→
I could have called it binge eating, or emotional eating, or recreational eating. But, comfort, says it most accurately. I’ve been doing a lot of that, on and off, the last few years. But, lately, it has taken the cake. Or biscuit. Continue reading “Of Comfort Eating”→