Updates from Bangalore

I’m back… (Ignore the Schwarzeneggeresque nature of that line)…I’m back after months of frenzied moving and packing, after carefully doggy bagging a detailed life in Chennai. It’s been half a week and I’m still spending most parts of my in-between-job times, cleaning corners and emptying industrial packing boxes.
First things first…never shift after marriage. It’s toxic. It’s plain toxic. I mean previously, you could make do with a bunch of paperbacks, a dinner plate, a spoon, a tumbler, a bottle, a few clothes, a rin-bar, a dove, and some sunscreen. Now it’s two whole lives…that’s right!
But let’s hope the worst is over. The weather here makes me think positive. The man is overseas, attending to some official business. I am setting up the house, appointing a maid, appointing a cook, making friends and acquaintances in the neighborhood, identifying the gorgeous babe, earmarking the casual hunk, and taking note of the over-inquisitive aunties. My real job starts mid-week.
More on Bangalore life later (if I feel like)…ekhon ghoom peyechche…

What Spice Am I...Whew!

You are Coriander! You're subtle. So subtle that people often forget about you. You are refreshingly clean and rather odd. You're often misunderstood. Your key word is "latent;" all your potential is wrapped up tightly until "BOOM," one day you're cilantro. Funky.

And I thought I was a fat red chilli...roasted hard! What a revelation!

And here come some more stunners:

You scored 50% on intoxication, higher than 12% of your peers.

You scored 0% on hotness, higher than 2% of your peers. (Ah well...)

You scored 50% on complexity, higher than 1% of your peers.You scored 75% on craziness, higher than 55% of your peers. (This I better hide from Amitava)

Go on, take the test yourself:

http://www.okcupid.com/tests/1869168367532779122/Which-Spice-Are-You