Weather and food habits

A couple of weeks back it was pretty cold in Bangalore. There used to be a bit of wind throughout the day, adding to the cold. The floor in my home - all granite, had gotten pretty cold, making me curl up my feet under me when I sat on the sofa. I was munching on some spicy snack and gulping down piping hot filter coffee, saying to myself: "This is the ideal weather to eat hot and spicy food like pakodas, bhajjis and so on".

I don't know what is it about the cold weather that makes people go after spicy foods. As I started thinking about it, I realized that this is not a universal phenomenon. In fact, just the contrary is probably true. Think of places which are well known for spicy foods and chances are, they are some of the hottest places on earth. Mexico, India, Thailand. Even within India, Andhra Pradesh, Rajasthan. On the other hand, most people in cold climate, like Europeans, prefer non-spicy foods. Even within India, Kashmiri food is pretty sweet, isn't it? Of course, there are exceptions to these rules. Especially in India, where there are exceptions to pretty much every rule. However, I can surely say, in general, cold places are not well known for spicy foods. So what is the relation between the weather and food habits? I did some googling, but could not spot anything obvious quickly.

If you know, please do let me know.

Spam taking over the internet

I read recently that 95% of all e-mail in the world is just spam. I can readily believe that. I am pretty conservative about giving out my mail ids on the internet. In spite of that, gmail tells me I receive more spam than genuine mail. I used to use a mail id on an obscure website long time back. The only reason for using their mail id was that they were giving me 100MB of storage, whereas everyone else was at 2-4MB range back then. I had not visited that mail id in years. Last week somehow I remembered this id and curiously logged into it. While I was not looking, this mail id was slowly and steadily accumulating around 30 spam e-mail ids every day. Everything from offering me millions of dollars for free to offering me online degrees to selling me the blue diamond-shaped pill at very low cost. Some of the mails claimed that they arrived long before I, for that matter, the internet, was born!

Update: Yes, I know why it is 1969. After all, I have worked on UNIX!

ಡಬ್ಬದ ಹೊರಗಿನ ಯೋಚನೆ

ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಯೋಚಿಸುವ ರೀತಿಯನ್ನು ಊಹಿಸುವುದೂ ಕಷ್ಟ. ಇದಕ್ಕೊಂದು ಉತ್ತಮ ಉದಾಹರಣೆ ನನ್ನ ತಂಗಿಯ ಮಗನ ಡಬ್ಬದ ಹೊರಗಿನ ಯೋಚನೆ (ಅದೇ, "thinking outside the box" ಕಣ್ರೀ!)

ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಶಾಲೆಯಿಂದ ಮನೆಗೆ ಬರುವಾಗ ಒಂದು ಒಂಟೆಯನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದ. ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಗೆ ಸಹಜವಾಗಿ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ವಿಷಯಗಳ ಮೇಲೂ ಕುತೂಹಲ. "ಅದೇನಮ್ಮ?" "ಅದು ಒಂಟೆ ಕಣಪ್ಪಾ".

ಮಾರನೆಯ ದಿನ ಅದೇ ಜಾಗದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೂರು ಒಂಟೆಗಳು ಹೋಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು. ತಕ್ಷಣ ಅವನ ಬಾಯಿಯಿಂದ ಹೊರಟೇ ಬಿಟ್ಟಿತ್ತು: "ಒಂಟೆ, ಟೂಟೇ, ತ್ರೀಟೇ" ("one-tay, two-tay, three-tay"). ಹೇಗಿದೆ? ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ಹುಣ್ಣಾಗುವಷ್ಟು ನಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ನನ್ನ ತಂಗಿಯ ಸ್ಕೂಟಿ ಬೀಳದೆ ಇದ್ದದ್ದೇ ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯ.

Petrol bunk: part of Bangalore's history?

Last Friday, as I pulled my car into my usual BP Petrol bunk (Yes, we call them petrol bunks in Bangalore, not petrol pumps) on Hosur Road, I noticed something different. I usually fill petrol at Venkateswara and Co, which is on South-bound Hosur road, just before Silk Board fly-over. This place is the most reliable one on my way home. They have never tried to cheat me either by not making the meter zero before beginning or distracting me while petrol is being filled (you know, "Cash or Card, saar?" types). The owner is usually right there, ready to jump in and ensure that the staff don't cheat. This day, the whole place was lit up with colorful lights. There was a little podium made at one end and flower bouquets were placed all over the place, including on the pumps. The owner, all excited, was roaming around instructing the staff to make final moment touch-ups to the decoration. It looked like there was going to be a speech of something.

I picked up a chat with the cashier while my car was being filled. He says "It has been 50 years since this petrol bunk was opened, sir. That's why the celebrations". I can't believe my ears. "50 years?" I say with a lot of exclamation in my voice. "Yes, golden jubilee. The current owner is a third generation owner of this place". The cashier said the news in a matter-of-fact way. I am sure he cannot feel as excited as the owner for this event. After all, he works there for a salary and the owner being strict may in fact be a hinderance for his income.

As I drove off, I kept telling to myself: "Man, 1959. Really? What was there in India back then?" Was Premier Padmini there, at least? This page says NO. Was Ambassador there, after all, it has existed for ever? This page says Ambassador started in 1957, so it was barely there. So there were pretty much no cars at all, except may be a few imported ones. Even Tata trucks hadn't been around for too long. Secondly, this place was well outside the city. Hosur road was probably there, but it wasn't going up to Madras back then. There was no Koramangala and no Indiranagar, forget about BTM. So this place must have been one of the extremely few petrol bunks in Bangalore back then. This is incredible that they have been selling fuel for that long. This place is a part of Bangalore's history!

First rain of 2009

I have this tradition of recording the first rain of the year I see in Bangalore. Today (Jan 8), it rained. Well, okay, it kinda drizzled, but what the heck. This is probably the earliest rain I have seen in Bangalore. Another interesting observation: I have seen it rain in Bangalore in most of the months of the year. Probably all, with the possible exception of February. I wonder how many cities in India can claim this.

Start early!

To ensure the next generation is well versed with Linux, not some proprietary OS, it is important to give them an early start. How early? 1 year olds are perfect.