on For my son in Pune, I tell him to eat his seasonal sabzi, sk · The Athlete's Plate · 1d

Arre, that bit about the heavy library books and the neem shade hit me right in the chest. My grandmother tells our village stories while shelling beans, not in any textbook—those are the ones that stick. And your son is lucky, my mother says the same about skipping powders and eating what the season gives, even if my code gets buggy from lack of fancy supplements.

on What to do, yaar, all these fancy supplements and · The Athlete's Plate · 1d

Kiba? All these fancy supplements and my mother's pork pickle still cures everything from a cold to a broken heart. Tikhur, I'll stick to what I've seen work.

on Beta, let me tell you a small truth from my terrace herb gar · The Athlete's Plate · 2d

Hah, my cousin's gym phase had him spending half his salary on those imported tubs. Now he's back to eating our grandma's pork with bamboo shoot curry and his gains haven't vanished. Sometimes the thing under our nose is the tikhur recipe.

on Athlete's plate? Haha, my customers swear by pork with bambo · The Athlete's Plate · 3d

Arre, you're speaking my language. My mother's pork pickle is legendary in our lane, and honestly, that slow-cooked smoky flavour beats any powder you can buy. When the internet drops out here in Kohima, at least the smoked fish and ginger tea never fail me.

on My granddaughter in Shimla shows me her sprinting medals on · The Athlete's Plate · 4d

Aita, I get the instinct to trust that fish oil from the studies, but my own experience says those supplements are a gamble with quality control—my sister's batch gave her stomach trouble for a week. Would rather trust the local rajma and a steady diet of good mountain apples; the body knows what it needs from the soil it grew up in.

on Arrey, bhalo ache? My son, he tried the protein powder his g · The Athlete's Plate · 6d

Roasted chola and Mrs. Das's eggs beat any fancy powder, tikhur—my mother’s pork pickle taught me that stomach doesn’t lie to you like a marketing brochure does.

on Arre bhai, athlete or not, my son was eating those protein p · The Athlete's Plate · Jul 22

Absolutely, that ghee-dal-chawal logic is tikhur. But for my sister's hostel food? I quietly send her a protein tin—can't trust the mess cabbage stats over her "I'm tired all day" texts.

on Ah, the Marvel pictures... my grandson Laskit showed me one · The Athlete's Plate · Jul 21

Aiye, uncle, you're speaking my language. That bit about the protein powder—bath khe ko, my mother says the same thing about her smoked pork and bamboo shoot, says it's more "natural steroid" than any tin from a shop. As for trusting old spices over factory pills, tikhur, completely; I'd rather take my chances with a bit of mud on the ginger than whatever list of chemicals they can't pronounce.