I experienced a very painful attack of food poisoning early last week and the cure which included some strong antibiotics, was worse for its side effects. While the pain disappeared, the unease and listlessness lasted well into the weekend but, the worst of it all was my inability to sleep like I am used to.
Anyway, after the major side effects wore off I decided to go for a hair cut and a head massage with my usual barber.
The head massage should have made me sleep well but, it did not.
So, yesterday, after almost after a year, I went for a pedicure and foot massage and that did the trick.
I slept very well last night.
Three instances of small pleasures.
Another of the small pleasures was my having overslept. I woke up this morning, two hours after my normal time and found myself totally refreshed and amazed at having over slept.
The best of the small pleasures however was that after over a couple of decades, I did not have to make my morning mug of tea and had the pleasure of getting one delivered by my daughter in love. She had woken up at her usual time, and having seen me oversleeping, let me do so and waited for me to wake up to give me tea.
I wonder if there is a moral there somewhere in that story!
A cousin who is very dear to me, has been living alone sans his wife the last month and during the time has been cooking up storms of his favourite dishes from his childhood. He suddenly mentioned one particular dish called Avial and how he tried his hand at it and it came our very successful.
This inspired me to try the same at my home for today’s lunch and I was treated with much appreciation by my daughter in love, her mother who was visiting and my son.
To accompany this dish one more traditional dish was also on the menu called Adai. Preparations were made yesterday itself for it and it too was made for lunch and that too was successful.
I haven’t lost my touch! I am pleased as punch.
I am currently unable to pay for any shopping done online as I am going through a problem with my bank’s net banking service due to my telephone number not being able to receive OTPs from them. This matter will take a few days to resolve and till it does I would not be able to use the internet banking service.
In the meanwhile, thanks to modern targeted marketing I came across an online bookshop offering some books on Indian Spiritual matters. I decided to buy two books to see how good they are and completed all the formalities till I came to the payment section. I then remembered about my current internet banking problem and gave up the exercise without concluding the transaction online.
This happened yesterday and this morning I was pleasantly surprised to receive a phone call from the online books shop wanting to know why I did not complete the transaction.
On explaining the problem of online payment that I was currently facing, the lady offered to send me the books on Cash On Delivery basis but, that would cost more as the courier companies charged collection charges at the time of delivery.
I then suggested to the lady that she sends the books by VPP and she was stumped. I had to explain what it was and she said that it was the first time that she was hearing about it. I asked her if she was a very young person and she said yes and I understood the reason for her not knowing about VPP.
In any case, she was reluctant to use the VPP system as it perhaps would mean going to the local post office whereas the courier companies collected from their office. I reluctantly agreed to her sending on COD basis.
The world has changed. People like me need to find ways to adjust to new ways! Including COD instead of VPP at extra cost.
Have you had any such experiences?
A friend posted a karaoke song in a WhatsApp group in which I am a member. Some others and I complimented him on his delivery and he has promptly said that he is encouraged to post most such efforts.
This reminds me of a story that goes back to four decades.
A colleague had invited me over to his home for a meal during a visit to Pune where he was stationed but I was stationed at Mumbai. It was an excellent meal and I thoroughly enjoyed it except for one dish which was obviously a favourite of my colleague and his wife made with karela. I did not have the heart to express my dislike for the vegetable or the dish and complimented the lady of the house for having made it specially for me. I had the mortification of being forced two more helpings of that dish that night. And that was not all. After we moved to Pune permanently, they were still graceful hosts and kept cooking that dish every time we went there for a meal thinking that it was my favourite dish.
My late wife who liked the vegetable and the dish however enjoyed my discomfort and would tease me for having been such a dishonest flatterer.
I have had two telephone calls from other members of the group who did not like the rendering of the karaoke and have criticised me for having praised the friend!
Has being polite like that resulted in such faux pas for you too?