I never sought to enjoy my food alone but that's how I eat my lunch at the food court. When I started my career, I too was part of a group. We drew the tables together or adjusted ourselves around a small table. As years passed the married ones started bringing their own lunch boxes. These lunch boxers formed their own group with like minded colleagues. They stopped coming down to the food court and instead started having their lunch in the office cafeteria itself.
As it turned out I prefer to be alone in a group rather than alone by being alone. Maybe I would be alone with strangers around me than with familiar faces. I sit alone at the table with other three chairs getting wasted and eat, trying to avoid any eye contact with the people sitting in groups next to me. Eating alone has made me conscious about the etiquette of it. I would start thinking whether I have closed the mouth or chewing without any sound. Did I keep my left hand on the table? Does it matter? This self-consciousness doesn't stop at eating.
After I finish eating I have to walk all the way across the hall to come out of the building from the hand wash room located at the other corner. Walking along with friends, I was hardly aware of my steps but alone I hardly feel the floor. As a result my walking style in general has become so self-conscious and haphazard that the other day my three and half year old daughter reprimanded me to walk straightly and even demonstrated the right way of doing it. "Mol, let me see, how long you'll be surefooted".
I, of course, don't get my lunch box. I don't see the point of it for two reasons. First, how absurd and unprofessional one looks while walking with the lunch box and eating from it! Second, I assume most people eat home food because they want to be healthy in their old age. Why does one want to live beyond the age of sixty?
As it turned out I prefer to be alone in a group rather than alone by being alone. Maybe I would be alone with strangers around me than with familiar faces. I sit alone at the table with other three chairs getting wasted and eat, trying to avoid any eye contact with the people sitting in groups next to me. Eating alone has made me conscious about the etiquette of it. I would start thinking whether I have closed the mouth or chewing without any sound. Did I keep my left hand on the table? Does it matter? This self-consciousness doesn't stop at eating.
After I finish eating I have to walk all the way across the hall to come out of the building from the hand wash room located at the other corner. Walking along with friends, I was hardly aware of my steps but alone I hardly feel the floor. As a result my walking style in general has become so self-conscious and haphazard that the other day my three and half year old daughter reprimanded me to walk straightly and even demonstrated the right way of doing it. "Mol, let me see, how long you'll be surefooted".
I, of course, don't get my lunch box. I don't see the point of it for two reasons. First, how absurd and unprofessional one looks while walking with the lunch box and eating from it! Second, I assume most people eat home food because they want to be healthy in their old age. Why does one want to live beyond the age of sixty?
You did not mention (or deliberately avoided) the third and perhaps the most important reason for not bringing lunch to office - You never liked your wife's cooking. It is evident as you do not like to eat at home either. If she could handle Chinese and continental with ease, carrying lunch box from parking area to the office would not have been a shameful affair.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I did not know the North/South (Kerala) divide in cooking can have such an impact on anybody's confidence or lifestyle.
Btw tired of reading news and meandered here to leave a comment.
SK
SK
Beautifully written, Manjun!
ReplyDeleteAs for me, I take my lunch (left over from the night) to office hidden in my laptop bag (whenever there is some left over) I have never carried it in a separate bag. Sometimes, I am asked by my colleague to fetch his (left behind) tiffin bag and that makes me feel really awkward. Maybe it reminds me of school days.
-SHE
Beautifully written, Manjun!
ReplyDeleteThanks :-)!