Saturday, February 10, 2007

Walking on eggshells

Do you ever get the feeling that walking home with eggs in your hand makes you more vulnerable? As though you were somehow implicated in the eggs' fragility?

Like yesterday. There I am with a half dozen super-special nature brown organic eggs [1] in a shopping bag and suddenly I'm imagining accidents everywhere - speeding cars at every crossing, a bus ploughing onto the pavement, my feet slipping on a patch of ice. It's as though I'm haunted by this vision of my body and the eggs both lying broken on the sidewalk, my blood mingling with the spilled yolk.

This is why I don't make omelettes.

Notes:

[1] I'm not, in general, big on the whole organic thing - but the only eggs available in a half dozen pack at my local grocery store are the la di da organic ones. And buying twelve eggs for one person (me) seems like bahut nainsaafi. Oh, for the good old days of walking down to the khokhawalla at the corner and saying "do ande dena". (though to be fair, even he used to give me pitying looks).

12 comments:

km said...

Ha! Blood mingling with yolk. Pretty.

BTW, check out Henri-Georges Clouzot's masterpiece "Wages of Fear"...then you will know your fears aren't entirely baseless.

tangled said...

:)

Revealed said...

Or stairs, if you have to climb up or down them at any point. There's something so seductively slippery about them.

Heh Heh said...

hmm.. this happens to me too.

Cheshire Cat said...

Ah, neurosis in all its perfection

Aaki said...

ahah.
:)
just that.

Anonymous said...

Happens to me every week :)

Luckily, the store ('prodyukti' in Russian) is pretty close to my place.

vivek
http://vivekspace.wordpress.com/

Tabula Rasa said...

buy an ostrich.

Mr. D said...

Heh.. check this picture out, then.

http://christaklubert.com/specials.php?pgid=430&subpage=3

mk said...

I think its Thanatos (as in the death drive, not the god). Those intrusive, destructive images you get and the “seductively slippery” stairs @ revealed- I think both spring from this same source. I too sense it, that pull.. say when balanced on the median, vehicles whizzing past on the highway.And if I’m feeling especially flirty and I want to tease?, when I relax and tip forward ever so slightly.. I’m never so deliciously aware of my fragility as then (or similar such). So I think you are projecting, Falstaff. You are implicating the poor eggs in YOUR fragility. I don’t need eggs but I see how they may enhance the sensation. Ooo..me going to stand on the median with an egg in my hand today.

Vaijayanthi Ben said...

Falstaffjee,
Aapko ande pasand hai..humko bhi ande pasand hai..yahoo..humaare khayaalaat kitne milte julte hain!

Crp said...

Here's the perfect antidote for you:

Photoblog-Andes