tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13575792.post-87773292515028441272008-04-22T21:49:00.003+05:302008-04-22T20:58:55.705+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gonomad.com/traveltalesfromindia/uploaded_images/icecream-sweets-787360.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.gonomad.com/traveltalesfromindia/uploaded_images/icecream-sweets-786955.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ice Cream</span><br /></div><br />This post revolves around ice creams and tea. Long time back when I was a Ph.D student at Kanpur, I went out for dinner with a visiting faculty from Sweden, one of the few people whom I consider a thorough gentleman. He, I think, was fond of food. One has to marvel how he survived on the mess food for a year on campus. And he is one person who beat me at every single TT game I played with him. On top of that my feeling is, it is because of his generosity I could make 14-15 points with him, if he wished he could thrash me under 10 always. But then I am digressing.<br /><br />So, that night at dinner, the food was over and we were ordering desserts. We decided to order ice creams, he was very sure he wanted to eat <span style="font-style: italic;">Kesar Pista</span> (an Indian flavor) and I vaguely ordered vanilla. Some discussion about our choices occurred and I remarked, "I am really quite indifferent to food." A little later we were eating our ice creams and I told him, "Mine tastes good." And the gentleman that he was, he said "Because you are eating mine." I must have gobbled at least a quarter if it by then (the waiter served it wrong!) but we exchanged the ice creams and I had to finish the bland vanilla one. I told him, "See, I am that indifferent to food." This incident is almost a decade old, the time when I didn't need to watch the number of ice creams I ate in a week or even in a day.<br /><br />I was reminded of this incident because last week I was drinking 'black coffee' and I was telling someone that it is not good, there is too much coffee in it. And I was told, "Well, it is not coffee, it is tea."<br /><br />Hmm, a decade later I am as bad, still not able to differentiate between tea and coffee (but only black) but I am sure I would know a vanilla ice cream now, or better still I will not order a vanilla ice cream anymore!Mridulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07899575209261241247noreply@blogger.com