A noodle story
4 June 2010 3 Comments
I was watching a movie about noodles yesterday (seen it countless times, and it still always makes me hungry) and had a craving for some but didn’t have any. At lunch today, I fancied some noodles again but the nearest noodle bar was just that bit too far away. Third time lucky (in a manner of speaking), I went to my meditation group tonight, and they were unusually talkative — someone mentioned noodles.
So I thought: That’s it. Time to have some. When the session ended, without thinking, I announced aloud: ‘I’m going for noodles. Does anyone want to come?’ Only one guy said yes. (At this point, you need to know that the meditation group is largely a silent one. We sit in silence and hence know very little about each others’ personal lives). As soon as I dipped my chopsticks into the soup, the floodgates fell open: today was his birthday, it’s his 51st, he’s just moved into the city and selling up a couple of houses elsewhere because he’s just got divorced, it’s been a rough year, and… you get the picture.
All the while, I’m thinking, chewing on my pho: ‘Really, all I wanted was a bowl of noodles.’ How do these strays find me? And I even had to pay for his beer.
In hindsight, my invitation was totally uncharacteristic — after meditation, people usually chat briefly then head off to wherever they needed to go; we don’t socialise as a group or individuals, and I suppose I’ve found out why!
Video: My favourite clip from Tampopo (Juzo Itami 1985)