Atheist's World

Whenever I suffer from a bout of insomnia which incidentally is more often than not, I throw down a few gulps of whiskey in my defence. Whiskey used to win the bout easily. It usually was a lopsided bout where whiskey never had to make too much of an effort. I say this in the past tense now because lately whiskey has been on the losing side a bit too often for my liking. Is it because whiskey is getting too old? Or is it because whiskey is getting bored wrestling the same opponent day in and day out? Is whiskey getting a bit too complacent basking in its past glory? Or did insomnia manage to locate the chink in whiskey's armour? I guess I need to look for an worthy opponent to start beating insomnia unless I go nuts. You can only imagine how insomnia bothers the crap out of you unless you work a 10-hour night shift and yet do not manage to get an ounce of sleep. However, until I find a worthy replacement I will more than lovingly use whiskey for my defence.

People who are well acquainted with me know how far I can go to just please my taste buds. Ever since I landed in Delhi and had first heard about Nihari and Paya, I was intrigued. Nihari is meat cooked overnight and Paya is the feet of goat. I had made quite a few plans but none materialized. The main factor being that Nihari and Paya are typically served as breakfast and me being a nocturnal animal, waking up early was never easy. So after a long shift, instead of heading to our caves for some much-needed sleep, we were off to the metro station for a trip to Karim's. Upon reaching Karim's at 7 am, to our utter dismay we found that it hadn't opened yet. An employee responded in his sleepy tone that they would only open at 9am. As we stepped out of the little alley, I was, "Darn! this can't happen. I can't go back without a taste of those niharis." There were couple of vendors selling tea. We checked with them about other restaurants serving nihari, a guy