It was a major decision of life that I had to take last evening and then that gave me the title of this article.
My life has always been a sine wave. Right from my weight to my cleanliness level, there has always been ups and downs. When I keep my room clean, even my mom must admit that she would fail to clean it better and when I keep it ugly, I can compete with any bachelor for owning the ugliest room. I am pretty sure my room will find a good position in ranking in list of ugliest rooms.
With my head raised high and body flat in the bed, half of my laptop is comfortably placed on my tummy and half of it is on my raised thighs. But wait, something is poking me from the back and when I tilt to my left and pick it from my back, it is the seeds of the orange fruit that I ate last night. The dry plate and cups in my bed are singing in high volume about the water scarcity in Bangalore. They still believe they are not washed because of water scarcity while the real reason is I never felt like taking them away from my bed from the moment I had Maggie in that plate a couple of days back. My new shaving set is still finding it difficult to adjust with me and is giving hard looks lying in the corner of the bed. The pile of books, my headphone, hard disk, cloth hangers, phone charger and the plate and cups are consoling it. They have even warned the shaving kit of being decorated with dust since I don’t shave that often.
A minute back, I had to make some space for these 2 new cups which will remain in bed for a couple of days. One is filled with tea and another is full of Masala peanuts. For me, eating masala peanut is like that wound in the leg which does not let you stop itching once you start. And when I have a big cup of tea along with that, even the loudest fire alarm might fail to make me leave it away and run.
Having masala peanut with tea has become a habit to an extent that my hands know when to pick how many masala peanuts so that the peanuts get over when the tea gets over. But, those last few moments when there is little tea left and few masala peanuts left, my hands fail to take a decision on which one to finish first. They ask my brain to help and my brain adds more confusion. Every time I face this confusion, I ask myself – “What did I do the last time and was that a good experience?” And as expected, I fail to judge if I enjoyed my decision last time or not. It is a constant fight between masala peanuts and tea to remain in my taste buds for long and I don’t have any clue on whom to support. None of my degrees, the science I have learnt, the formulas I by hearted with great pain are of help at this moment. Life throws great challenges at you and some get solved in ease. Some of these kind remain a challenge till the end.
Just like “Egg first or Hen?” question, this question “Which one at the end – masala peanut or chai?” has not got a logical end in my life. When I type these last words of my article, I have 2 sips of tea left in my tea cup and exactly 6 masala peanuts present and I still end the article with the confusion on which one to finish first!