6 May 2016

Friday Evening – His and Hers

Office work over, came back home and made a beeline for the bar. She wanted a gin based drink but I was in the mood for some bourbon. So two cocktails tonite.

First, hers – on the right. This is a variation of standard gin and tonic. The Gin is Tanqueray Rangpur. Rangpur is a part of Bangladesh that is famous for a citrus fruit that looks something like a mix of lemon and mandarin orange. It is often refered to as a lime but the taste is distinctly different. The Tonic Water is Fever Tree Indian Tonic Water. The quinine is sourced from the Republic of Congo and Rwanda while the ginger comes from India and Cote d’Ivoire. A slice of cucumber slipped behind the ice brings out more freshness in the drink.

Then, his – on the left. Usually referred to as a Scottish Guard, this is made with Bourbon Whiskey (I used Four Roses Small Batch) with lemon juice, orange juice and grenadine. The origin of the name is commonly attributed to the fact that this was a very favorite drink in the Officers’ Mess in Scots Guard. This is supposed to be served in a martini glass but I decided to play against the rules.

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3 May 2016

7 miles trail run early morning in constant drizzle

The trail was virtually empty but very beautiful early in the morning with the overnight rain. I was enjoying the run taking in the sight of fresh green colored new leaves and the occasional red cardinals and blue jays darting thru the trail when I thought I spotted two known beasts on the other end of the trail. As they started approaching me very fast, I had no difficulty guessing that two svelte guys with short shorts and no shirt on and overgrown lock of hair running very fast could mean only one thing – Dan and Greg were on the trail too. I later found out that they were doing 800m splits – which means they absolutely had their beast mode on.

As we got closer, they recognized me too (apparently a wet running shirt camouflages me no better than a dry running shirt :-)). Not wanting to break our rhythm, we did not stop but did start yelling at each other to greet and check on each other as long as we could be heard. I also raised my left hand to hand slap them as they passed me.

Now, let me remind you again – they had their beast mode on. They were clipping at no slower than 5 min/mile probably at that point of time. I was plodding on with my 10 min/mile. So, we basically handslapped each other – as the harmonic-meanly-inclined would point out – at a resultant speed of 3min 20 sec per mile. Had I not had a last minute flashback of old Resnick Halliday chapters on conservation of momentum (being of heavier mass, I had that part going in my favor :-)) and center of gravity and therefore leaned forward on my left foot, I am sure I would have pirouetted there on my right foot in a way that would have made a pro ballerina proud. Might have even drilled a hole in the trail wood softened by the overnight rain 🙂

It was a great run. The trail was beautiful. Running into Dan and Greg was priceless.

[On my return leg, I did see them again and stopped them to pick up some tips on treating the sore IT Band]

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1 May 2016

Chalupa run

After a two month gap, ran with the Chalupa group. Put in a 3 mile warmup run by myself first to get ready to keep up with speedster Puja. Inspite of that, I could barely keep up with her on the first mile – 7:53 min. She slowed down a little after that for me. We finished 4 miles at 8:19 min/mile pace.

It was great to see Mrinalda, Seemitadi, Sreerupa, Indrani, Gita, Baisakhi, Sharmila, Malobika, Samaresh, Ashok and Sudipta (and of course Puja) in good old Fowler park.

28 April 2016

“Saat pherey-r saat maaile”

7 miles for seven “pherey-s” – which is actually a custom for Bengali traditional weddings. That is not what Sharmila and I went thru (ours was a court marriage – there is a hilarious story of how the judge divided some cattle among two feuding brothers before taking up the case to get us married).

Instead, it was 7 miles today because the trail ended after 3.5 miles and I had no option but to turn back…

Ran into good old Sridhar on the trail. He has just started running and is gearing to run his first 5K race in May. If I can open up the morning on that day, I might go and run with him just to support him on his maiden race!!

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28 April 2016

It gets funnier every year…

Over dinner this evening:

Me: “I do not have any scheduled meetings in the morning. If you are free, we can go out for lunch.”
Sharmila: “No. The pest control guy will come at 10 am.”
Me: “Okay”

And the dinner proceeded.

After about half an hour (when Nikita declared she did not need any more help from me for her homework)…

Me: “Okay, then I am going to go upstairs and retire.”
She: “Are you going to sleep now?”
Me: “No. It is 9PM. I will probably catch up on some reading”
She: “Or you can help me clean up the kitchen”.
[She said this pointing to the one ketchup bottle that was still left after I had cleaned out all the dishes. I will leave the topic of irony here since more is to come]
Me: “I already did it” [as I put the solitary bottle left back in its place]

…and to add some twist to that I continued…
Me: “Now I am going to go upstairs and reflect on twenty three years of our marriage. By the way do you know how many years we have been married?”

Now, if you follow my blogposts regularly, you probably know by now that she absolutely cannot remember our birthdays, our anniversaries and all those good stuff. She will remember your face and name if she met you twenty years back, but she can’t figure out how many years we have been married! I got my twentieth anniversary gift on our nineteenth anniversary!

She knew I was just picking on her. So, she retorted – “I don’t know and I don’t want to know..”. I know she said that but in her mind, she was trying to start the subtraction process. You know how I knew that?

Because, about eight seconds later, she turned around and screamed “IT IS OUR ANNIVERSARY TOMORROW”!

And I stood there scratching my head wanting to ask her – “So, what was your first hint?” 🙂

The best part of twenty three years of marriage? Exactly this kind of moments of comic relief!!

26 April 2016

People complain about Delta flights being late all the time…

I like to think that they are “appropriately” late. For example, I think their flight to Atlanta being 15 minutes late makes total sense to me. Otherwise, I had no chance at all to make it to the flight 🙂 When I ran into the plane, I had already violated the 10 minute rule. Fortunately, I had called in Delta from the rental car center and requested them not to give the seat away.

Everything had gone swimmingly well per the plan after I pulled over from the highway. It was a great park and the Delaware River views were beautiful. Managed to even run into some interesting fellow runners – okay, maybe they were just strolling around.

Finding the LA Fitness near the airport though took quite some time (it was on the second floor). And my plans hit a big hitch when I realized that I was about one towel short!! Had to make do with yesterday’s shirt!!

But I am in the plane now and the views and the run was totally worth it!! Maybe I should have put in a couple of miles more… The way the thunderstorms are rolling in, I don’t think we are getting out in a hurry…

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26 April 2016

Habemus Collegium!!

We have a decision on the college!! After a careful selection process befitting how the pope is chosen, we seem to have come up with an answer.

I can’t wait to talk to my dad tomorrow morning about it. I have a vague idea how the conversation will go…

He: “So, she is going to the college near home”?
Me: “No”
He: “But did you not say that would be totally free?”
Me: “Yes. But she is not going there”

He: “Oh! Okay. Is she going to the one that is giving maximum scholarship?”
Me: “No”
He: “No? The one with the next highest scholarship?”
Me: “Not that one either”

He: “Hmmmm. So how much is this college giving where she is going?”
Me: “Actually this is the college that is giving no scholarship?”

A few moments of silence…

He: “What was the highest scholarship she was getting?”
Me: “I think the highest was $25K per year”

More silence as he struggles to multiply 25000 by 67 (exchange rate of dollar to rupee)

And then…

… that is when he is going to kill me 🙂