“Keep Walking — on the rocks”
“Ay!”
Brew Story
“Keep Walking — on the rocks”
“Ay!”
Soup for the Soul
I recently finished reading one of the most profound books I’ve ever come across.
It’s called Chicken Soup for the Wine Lover’s Soul.
I didn’t finish the book in an hour or two — though it would’ve been easy to do so. I took my time with it; I read a few pages each day, savouring the lingering taste of words.
Like every Chicken Soup book, this one is also of letters, but written by wine lovers. Stories of wine and wine drinking, of drunken mistakes and often success stories. Stories of love and relationships; of how wine brought families together and how wine tasting experiences taught new couples more about themselves. There were stories of people who tried uncorking a wine bottle for the first time, of cooking with vintage wine, of losing a cork, of spilling wine and of splurging in grape-scented vineyards.
The book gave me such valuable insights into wine. In a society where any form of alcohol is taboo — for girls in particular, because, well, boys don’t listen — this book and the stories within helped me appreciate the wine as more than alcohol. There’s history in wine, there’s class, there’s flavour, there’s maturity, and there certainly is a wide range of vocabulary!
What a Mess, English!
English is a funny language. It’s not my first, and it certainly won’t be my last, but English, my dearest, you are one hell of a mess.
Well, English, how many languages have you borrowed from? Can you even count the number of foreign words you now call yours? But hey, we know that you didn’t steal any of it — I would never throw that on you. I love you, trust me.
But I don’t like some of the words you own. Like, for instance, the word “mentee.” I always considered it like one of those informal terms that corporate people dished out — a lot, mind you — just to sound high-profile. But this morning, I read an article about the signs of a good editor (like anyone knows that!), and I came across this word.
Mentee.
Yuck. Try saying that word aloud and slow. “Mentee.” The aftermath of the long ‘tee’ and the resonating sound of the ‘men’ (oops!) is detestable.
Of course where there’s a “mentee” there’s also a “mentor.” This, however, I can live with. I even daresay that I like the round “or” sound. It gives me the image of something wholesome and complete.
But the best thing about you — English — is that you are so changeable.
Is it just me? Or isn’t “ambidextrous” lovable?
Ambidextrous is beautiful. And why wouldn’t it be, it’s a talent after all! It’s attractive too. But the word, “ambidextrous” is beautiful in itself. “Dexter” — that’s right, and “dextrous” — that’s neat. I’m “bi” — two in character or ability. “Ambidextrous” — so much depth in one word. Oh dear, English, how could you contain so much technicality and also host a word like “mentee”?
Again, mentee! How can I relate that to mental or mentality? Has it got anything to do with men or tee-shirts? Isn’t that a little male chauvinistic?
Perhaps I’m thinking too much. Perhaps I should just indulge in my ganache filled brownie.
Oh, how good that sounds!
Ganache! Every syllable rings of rich chocolate and butter and all things indulgent. And not to forget, French!
Oh English, I can’t describe the way you make me feel. The way you swirl in my mouth, and the way you make me sound — sometimes dextrous, sometimes ganache-like. But most times, you just make me sound meh!
Never Let Me Go
Sometimes we have the habit of volunteering for sadness. That’s how I watched this movie.
This is not the kind of movie you’d watch on a lazy Saturday afternoon with the best tasting food on one side and some bitter beer on the other. It’s far from a romantic comedy that would help you relax and probably fall into a deep sleep.
It’s not the kind of movie you’d watch in the theatre, or on a chilly Friday night, with friends looking for adventure.
This is one of those good movies that tug at your heartstrings and make you feel bad about yourself.
It makes you hate yourself — it’s one of those movies people say would change the way you see the world.
True that; it does. But it also makes you realize how evil we are as humans.
The story is of three friends who are a part of the National Donor Program. A program that raises children in isolation, monitors everything from their food intake to their life choices, and ensures they are healthy enough — until they are old enough to fulfill their purpose. Their purpose: to donate vital organs to save the lives of people they’d never meet.
Every donor goes through multiple donations until they complete — or die, in simple terms. Some complete after four donations, but most do sooner than that.
‘Never let me go’ is the story of Tommy, Kathy and Ruth – three youngsters who fall in love with themselves and then into life’s greedy hands.
This movie will leave you miserable. The music – the violin solo – will painfully clench your heart and will render you speechless.
It did for me.
Laugh out Loud
They say laughter is the best medicine, and it’s no surprise that when we laugh, we feel so much lighter at heart.
So here it is, the laughing buddha — my symbol of laughter and good health.
