Unforgettable Dosa Experience

            Few days back, my husband and I went to an Indian restaurant to eat dosa. The place boasts of varieties of dosas. Unlike SLV dosa camps in Bangalore, dosa places here lack the aroma of butter or dosa batter, unlike Vidyarthi bhavan, the dosas lacks the taste, unlike MTR, the chutney-sambhar isn't spicy. But, being lucky enough to atleast have something than nothing, we decided to munch the dosas.

            My husband was placing orders while I took sometime to do my hair in the ladies restroom. The restroom was a single room with sink, toilet, everything at the same place. Well, now, I double-checked as always to ensure that, the rest-room was locked. A minute later, a lady opens and bumps in!!! I was horrified. To avoid the embarassment, I was combing my hair. Both of us were shocked for a moment. I couldn't blame her as well, since the mistake was with the locking system in the restroom... After exchanging apology messages, she went on to complain the waiter regarding the non-working locks...

           Then I came out and joined my husband at the table. My husband had ordered Rava-onion masala dosa, mysore masala dosa, and cream of tomato soup. To our dismay, the soup smelled rotten and tasted bad. After the ghastly restroom experience, I was determined to return the soup. The waiter, was indeed friendly. He apologized and  served us with another bowl of soup which didn't taste great but was at least fresh. He did admit that, the cream used was old. Ironically, the tomato soup we ordered as an appetizer served as a dessert :-).

           We had our "dessert". The waiter was happy. We were happy to at least get something for our money. Happys Endings :-)
  

Sports and I

                 I have always had a terrible experience playing any sport. My sole achievement in sports till date is winning a First Prize in Slow-cycling competition when I was a 12-year-old girl. I have always wondered what it takes for one to excel in sports. My relation with sports has always been worse. As a kid, I used to follow the tennis matches on DD-1, the only source of entertainment

                Sometime back, I tried my hand in bowling again. To my dismay, I scored the least in all four games. Last year, I tried to play tennis with my tennis-maniac husband and ended up injuring my shoulder. After series of failures, I am not a player, just a sports-watcher is what I have surmised. Though my records have always been low, I enjoy watching so much that, my heroes have always been sports-persons. All my teenage crushes were cricketers and not film stars ;) I have been a huge fan of Sachin Tendulkar and tennis star Roger Federer. Few years ago, I used to be an aficionado of F1 too.

              I used to wonder that I might be lucky at least in playing indoor games. To my chagrin, I am bad in that either. I am probably one of the worst carrom players. I can't hold a cue properly in snooker let alone striking a cue-ball :P...

              

              With this terrible history of my connection with sports, I almost gave up playing anything. But now, I have finally decided to start afresh by learning tennis from none other than my husband ;). After my first session, I feel, I should wrap his mouth with a piece of cloth, while we are playing. I have heard from many that, husbands are the worst teachers. Let me see... how long I remain hooked to tennis!