Day 112: Arguing with a fool makes it two 

To share or not to share

SilverGhoster and his classmates are weird. Period. For students getting an. MBA degree, especially in Educational Leadership, they seem to be a little immature in certain aspects. I remember having a similar conversation with GardenMan and his Senior, but these were u degrade kids in their second year. Not experienced professionals pursuing a professional degree, and heading off to lead institutions.

The bone of contention? Class notes, should one share them or not. I have always related to the concept of Open Source over proprietary software even when working. I believe that knowledge should be out in the open, available for those capable to make the most of it. And by reading the notes that you took in a class, if another is able to score more marks than you, what does it truly say about your preparation?

I take my notes online, on a OneNote, and the notebooks are shared with my classmates; well, both of them. At the end of the first semester, they themselves realized that using another’s to study us only so effective, and it’s more beneficial to take your own notes. Even now A uses my notes online but as a guide for last minute preparation.

It reinforces my thought, that when you put all your cards out there, people realize that their own limitations would stop them from making the most out of what you shared. And you eventually come out being the smarter one. Because we all know that when you argue with a fool, that automatically makes it two.

It is also well known that the one that doesn’t share his bread with the doggo is the fool. So, can you? Now please?” Scotch 

Day 109: One can only hope 

Sleep, sleep, sleep. Noon. Brunch. Read, rest, relax. Snooze, Snooze, Snooze. Wake up, bathe, study. Realize all content is from Mumbai University distance program. Feel miserable about life’s choices. Crib to SilverGhoster. U came here for a reason. You’ll understand that sooner or later. Sniff, Awhh. Bake some yummy keto bread. Coconut flour over Almond. Back to study. Give up by 10. Off to sleep. Up at 3. Finish the rest. Listening in class pays off, always.

​Highlight of the day – Make it to the corner. There is always hope just around it. Even Pandora’s box was closed in time to prevent hope from escaping.

Study all you want. Sulk all you want. But why don’t you share that yummy goodness? I mean, something more than just a slice. What good did 1 slice do to anybody?” Scotch

Day 59: Keto fun

The exams have had a strange effect on me. The pointlessness of it all breaks me every few hours. Are we still expecting students to prove their knowledge by cramming lessons a day prior and puking it out for 2 hours. When the question instructions say ‘answer not more than 3 pages’, you know the testing priorities are screwed up.

I landed up starting my preparations the morning of the exam. By 11am, I had studied enough to ace the noon paper. That gave me a lot of time after the exam. So I made the best of the evening. I keto’ed.

I experimented with these amazing Keto crepes. They tasted heavenly in their intended form, oozing with the buttery filling. Since I’m not a huge Cinnamon person (anymore), I replaced that with nutmeg and it worked out just fine.

I had sufficient to have this another day. I got more fancy this time and substituted this for my dosas craving. So, I skipped the butter filling, brought along some peanut-Chilli Powder as sides, and it rocked.

If I weren’t on the Egg Fast, I’d try adding some coconut flour in to match the dosas consistency. Right now, it was a little eggy and was a taste to be acquired for sure.

Acquired taste? You give me a drab oatmeal with veggies for lunch and you make such fun things for yourself? Let me acquire some of this new taste. 

Dogs can eat eggs and butter. So, share some, will you?” Scotch 

Day 29: Of government offices and bread! 

Government offices

Remember my earlier crib about the horrible state of the service industry in India? I wrote about it here. If I had two cents to complain about the bad service the packers provided, the government office I visited today would take away all my money. I went to a Bangalore One, the state government’s solution for combining all services provided to the consumer in one place. It’s the one place to pay your electricity and water bills, hand in your property tax and get government IDs done. It’s the one place where nothing works at all.

In today’s digital age, with the Prime Minister egging us all towards Digital India, here’s a classic case of retrogression. You can get your ID card made only by taking a special token, which is handed out only once a month, between 8 am and 9 am on that special day. Even if you managed to get a token, which would give you a date and time for the appointment, services on that day are done on a first come first served basis. At your allotted appointment hour, there will be a herd of applicants who did not waste their time picking up a token, but just showed up to get stuff done. The ‘manager’ of the center chats up with these non-scheduled applicants every few minutes, and squeezes them into the line. If you smiled nicely at the lady doing your biometrics, she’ll probably bump you up the list too.

Sniff! The fools that wait in queue for their turn shall wait until their hair turns grey.


Keto bread, crunchy and yum! 

There’s only one way to get rid of all the anxiety and the ill will that builds up after such a visit – bake! I managed to beat up a nice bread battery without a proper blender in hand. The temporary arrangements worked and we have bread. Thanks to Keto connect for their wonderful recipe. It’s definitely a must try for all those on the keto diet and missing bread.

That bread does smell amazing. Can you be careless now and let it slip? I’d love to taste it for you” Scotch 

Day 18: Of experiences

Numero Uno

The trip to the Special school was short today and yet eventful, if you asked me. There’s always something to learn and the principal is so inspiring to just talk to.

We were all genuinely shocked by how rude the teachers and the aayas were to most children in the school. It seemed like these kids needed a quiet, soothing voice to handle their disabilities while all they got was constant chiding and yelling.

And then I began to wonder how I’d react if I meeting these kids day in and out, and teaching them the same things over and over again. Some of these teachers have to repeat the same instruction a thousand times before the child might even recognize this. Any progress that they have with the child is reset when he goes back home. When the children come back from their summer break, the two months have taken away almost 6 months worth of training.

What surprised me most was the resilience the kids showed to any anger coming their way. They’d almost immediately forget that they had just been yelled at by a teacher. They’d hunt the very same teacher down to show her the art work they just made. A regular child, come what age, would have some amount of residual angst and with repeated chiding from the teacher, would begin to stray away. Not the special ones.


Had an interesting session towards the end of the day, interacting with the exchange students from Australia. Their professor completely ruined and hour and a half, taking about some really disconnected, random things. Sometimes I think it’s the curse of us Indians. But once he left, I was able to review some of the major differences between their education system and ours. A few points that stood out are:

  • The school boards are entirely managed by the government. While states can design and run their own schools, the government oversees it all.
  • There are no prescribed textbooks. The board sets the curriculum and the curricular objectives and the entire planning process stays with the teacher. Powerful!
  • Most students take trade or skills courses after grade 12. Very few actually opt for engineering, medicine or pure sciences.

Fun Cooking Experience

Had fun cooking some unique dishes for the keto diet today. Made a keto coconut barfi since I’ve been craving some dessert since I got on this diet and Priya at Keto for India made it seem very easy. Turned out well although I think something needs to be tuned in the recipe if you’re using coconut directly.

The second trial was a broccoli cheese soup. Replaced cheddar with parmesan and it smelt like pizza all through the cooking process. So, next attempt is going to be the keto pizza that H was talking about.

Oh yeah! I smelt all the ghee in the coconut dish and it made me go crazy. Where’s my portion, lady?” Scotch 

Where’s my coconut barfi?

Day 7: Of diets and food we love

It has been extremely difficult keeping up with the new diet plan. Over the summer, the excuse was the summer. When the folks visited, the excuse was to finish off the stuff they left behind. When that was done, the excuse was that it was mid-week, and who starts a diet in the middle of the week, right?

Wrong! So I’ve ordered most of the groceries and veggies that should get me started, again. I’ve read up a little more than before. So I’m not going to be blindsided by the carbs vs fiber numbers.

I’ve also eaten a month’s worth of ice cream, so much so that I couldn’t even finish the last cup. So, that’s out of my system now and I’m not going to miss that food for a while.

But there are a few things I’m already dreading.

  • The taste of the ACV mixture on empty stomach. I threw up a little in my mouth just talking about it.
  • The gnawing headache, that doesn’t hurt much but is persistent. It acts as a constant reminder that you’re on a diet.
  • The number of times I have to walk over to pee. And in a shared bathroom, with a very small pee break between classes, the struggle is real.
  • Cheese, cheese and cheese. Throughout my growing years, I’ve never been a major cheese eater. I don’t fancy the pizzas and the sandwiches oozing with layers of melted cheese. So, all the cheese I have to eat is a huge mindstate change.
  • The weird poop. Period!

Anyway, I’m starting again from tomorrow, ready to brave the weird poop and all. God bless!

Suck it in and do it, S. I hear there’s no easy way out. 

For now, can I have some of the prawns you’re cooking? No marination required for me, please.” Scotch 

Scotch is using The Force to make me drop some her way


Enough has been said about the greedy and selfish human race that has put the entire planet on the express lane to failure. To add my two pennies’ worth in the source of this matter, I’d say that each one of the 7 billion is to blame. We disapprove of man’s greed over a chilled 6-pack that strangles the creatures of the sea and make protesting banners out of laminated plastic that clog up our drains. We’re too quick to diss the garbage pile collecting at the street corner but don’t worry too much about where our organized garbage collection disintegrates. We walk around with a holier-than-thou attitude, while Earth slides further down the destruction conveyor belt.

Fuelled by this new-found realization of my own hypocrisy, and this nerve-chilling video‘s take on the meat industry with a harsh twist, the idea of going vegan was taunting me for a few months. Quit meat for a while and gave-up sugar for a month and I knew exactly what I had to do to set myself down the path to seeing it through.

2016, the year of changes

2016 has been a year of major life changes; quit the job of 10 years, shifted careers, started school to get a masters degree, got that must-have pixie. So, what better time to go vegan than now?

Stumbling blocks

The number of people around you that will let you slide back to old practices are unimaginably large. The casual smirk the minute you mention the decision and the shove of the chocolate cake when you pick a fruit salad are abundant. There’s the well-wisher that thinks it’s okay to cheat for that one day when you’re dining with them. Then there are the numerous souls that believe that the world is either black or white. They point out that cattle is still used extensively in fields where your veggies are grown and wouldn’t THAT count as animal cruelty! Sure, it does. But how about we start somewhere?


When you’re done dealing with the negative company and have convinced the third pet of the fourth cousin removed and his divorcee grandmother about your plan to go vegan, you have to deal with dairy that sneaks up on you from that blind side. Giving up milk and coffee is pretty straight forward. But what about the veggies tossed in ghee, or the salads floating in homemade mayo dressing, and the healthy dal afloat with enough butter to cook a dessert? A dollop of ghee HAS to complete that steamy hot rasam or roti, more for the great hearts serving you than you that’s eating it.


A completely different monster is the total lack of information on packaged food products, because the Indian Food Safety and Standards agency does not demand a comprehensive food label. Everything from the bread from your local baker to the packaged crisp bites will have milk and you wouldn’t even know about it. When there are labels, watch out for the milk powder, milk substitutes and dried milk proteins that can all throw you off your path. What that effectively means is that you spend hours at the shopping aisles, reading labels, hunting for all convoluted versions of dairy, when you could be out chasing butterflies, or better still, sleeping.


The biggest problem in going vegan is the complete lack of empathy in the country. Despite ordering for a “vegan, no-meat, no-eggs, no-cheese” burger, when you flip open the bun to find a dollop of mayo on your patty, you know that neither the chef, nor the server, nor the manager of the establishment knows a thing about veganism (or the contents of mayo, for that matter). Forget squashing another person’s principles through your complete lack of knowledge. But what would you do if the person had a real allergy and all those requests were critical to save their life? Would you still put a dollop of mayo on their patty? Will you take it on you to drive the person to the nearest hospital? Would you dare serve a non-halal meat to a Muslim? Probably not.


Religion much?

An interesting observation that came out of my vegan exploits is how quickly people relate your personal choices to the religion that is thrust upon you. For two long decades, when I enjoyed eating chicken and other meat forms, the question that immediately followed my food choices was “Aren’t you an Iyer Brahmin?”. Now, when I turn away a plate of chicken wings or the generous drizzle of Ranch dressing on my salad, I’m immediately met with “Oh! You’re an Iyer Brahmin, no?”. Well, NO! I’ve striven towards breaking stereotypes for a fair part of my adult life and I shall not let veganism pull me back on that front. I’ve not let religion decide what I should eat or not and that hasn’t changed one tune bit from when I went vegan.

Newer challenges pop up every other day on this path I’ve taken. The most confounding question that oft gets thrown my way is “Vegan for how long?”. In a country that’s used to turning vegetarian on Tuesdays, Fridays and days when the moon turns red, such a change seems more a temporary atonement for sins and not a lifestyle change. I do not know the right answer to that question yet. Only time will tell.

For now, I wake up every day and say veGOn!