SOMETHING I HEARD OR SEEN OR BOTH....

I came to Amethyst a bit early that Sunday of February...Amethyst is a Chennai Intelligentsia joint with a beautiful lush tropical garden surrounding a colonial style old bungalow. It has a very nice dining Hall and an outside veranda around it where one can dine too. All that, at the Center of the busy South Indian metropolis of Chennai (ex-Madras)...

I was alone and I wanted to eat something that would give me back that energy I felt I had lost during my short stay in my Hermitage in Kolli Hills. I thought the new type of Diet started to be effective. Is it going to be good for me?....

The surgeon who did that angioplasty in my left leg artery two months ago had given me a jolt: “either you change your Lifestyle or you die of a heart attack soon” he said!!! That was indeed a powerful kick. I woke up. I looked up on the Net where I found about the Ketonic Diet. I thought it would be powerful enough to force me to stick to it and LOSE WEIGHT...I thought the new type of Diet which I think is rather effective could be good for me. Yes, it was effective considering the 6 kilos I dropped off from my aging body in about one month +...

However now, I needed a meal, a once a week meal little step out of the draconian new path. Later on, I found out that once in a week out of my new draconian menus would help my Mind to relax (a kind of a breather!!!) so that I can continue my Keto Menus with a renewed fervour and shed more of  all those ugly fat folds around my body. At the same time it would boost my aging better health, and who knows, maybe a better and  longer life?

I brushed aside all those ideas and to divert my mind out of that health issue. Here I was now, typing on this machine about my physical feelings and what I heard at the tables around me. I was now “all hears” and very curious to know what those people came to share. After all, Eating at a fancy restaurant is meant not only to satisfy one’s palate but, also to show one’self but also, to see the shows of others around us. 

Basically, those people here did not seem unhappy and not too worrying as to when they will be able to get their next meal!!!...Pretty women, handsome men, or old crumbling oldies with a protruding belly, their wrinkled face spouses with wrinkled face dressed in all silk saree straight from the latest Mumbai Fashion...One young couple came few minutes ago along with a trotting infant girl. They are now sitting two tables away...the kid is screaming at the top of her shrill voice. Small human being but, Oh boy, what an eardrums piercing sound. It reminded me of “The Countess of Castafiore” of Tintin as I was wondering how such a small and frail looking little thing could emit such a high pitch sound!!.

On my right, three women are endlessly talking...small talks, not at all of the highly intellectual kind...a bit loud blas blas blas...the other side of the passage, around a table, a small family time to time have a decent laughter. I am wondering how and when they are able to catch a breath and keep on talking. Others were busy taking group pictures from every possible angles but, thank God not the intrusive kind...Of course, some were busy taking selfies with their smartphone, one arm around his friend shoulders and the other with a “victorious V” fingers.  I was wondering what victory they was to leave to posterity with their snaps. Meanwhile, a young cute couple was looking in each other’s eyes, smiling, holding hands. In a far long table, the other side of the dinning hall a group of people is having a good time, eating, cracking jokes, laughing, having a good time...it is Sunday in Amethyst, in Chennai...

Dressed in a black uniform the waiters are running from one table to another delivering piping hot dishes that had been selected...Eyes are following them, mouths salivating and wondering if it was to be given to their table. 

It is Sunday as usual the place is crowed with hungry customers. Some are waiting for friends to come and join them. One waiter is standing, puzzled in his run to deliver, wondering which table it was supposed to be given to. Probably a new waiter!   

 

At last, my orders came, all together, entrees with main course. I probably had been forgotten and my dishes must have been waiting for their delivery to customers table for. That old Frenchman was famished...