Of Tacos and तबला |

In short, I have found out yet another meaty staple for my diet and it is this: tacos. Yes, I've known of these unstable items for many moons, yet in my childhood I was never inclined to sample even a fastfood example of the genre. Now, with the advent of my ability to eat things other than "kid food" ifyouknowhatImean, I can cram just about anything into my mouth and the "buds" (as those things that help you taste tell me they like to be called) put up very feeble resistance. Tacos are great. If I were in the mood I might compose a limerick, but wouldn't that just be so cliche?

A taco is really quite grand
When you know that you've made it by hand.
But now don't let it crack
Or you'll lose a whole snack
And abandon your lunch to the land.

Applause please... no, don't kid yourselves.

In other worlds, I have, after months of searching and scheming, found a guru for to teach me some of the ropes as regards Tabla. This proved to be most exciting. I learned in an hour six different types of बोल. One, whose name comes not to mind, was quite difficult but I'll get it eventually.