Today, from 10:00 – 4:00 pm, there was no power in the lab. (Which I guess was perfect timing because
I accidently left my plug-adapter at home?) Since I couldn’t do anything on the computer, I decided to
visit the library and walk around campus for a bit.
The library here is a disaster.
It’s incredibly quiet. It’s incredibly dark. And it’s incredibly out of order.
Still, it’s a library. And I found an interesting book on FE analysis, so I guess the morning wasn’t wasted.
Since I was already in the center of campus, I decided to eat my food outside at the canteen.
That’s when the excitement began.
I ordered a Limca, found a table, and started eating my rice. Life was wonderful: I had good food, I was out in the sun, and I was reading a great book.
And then a monkey came.
A monkey.
The next five minutes were a blur. I screamed, I left the table, and the monkey put its hand in my rice.
IN MY RICE!
I don’t care if I looked like I was enjoying myself. You are not allowed to stick your monkey-hand in my rice.
A lady soon came with a huge stick and chased the monkey away. As I looked around, I noticed there were two other monkeys harassing the other diners.
I quickly packed up the rest of my stuff and made my way back to the AE department. I didn’t even get to finish my vangibhath.
That’s the last time I ever eat outside.
Indian pizza is amazing. And I am fortunate enough to live right next to a Pizza Hut. (Or, as many Indian’s like to call it, Pijja Hut.)
The Pijja Hut makes pizzas with interesting toppings like baby corn and paneer and cherries. You can also substitute your beverage for soup.
Yes, I ate minestrone and cream of mushroom soup with my pizza.
Anyway, my feast of pizza and soup and garlic bread (and mangos with ice cream once I came back home) more than made up for my dismal lunch adventure.
-June 16th
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