WEEK IN GALLEY

A week in Galley!!! That may sound as an exotic place to be holidaying into. As kismet would have it galley translates to kitchen. Well the week past saw me in kitchen rummaging through all possible nooks in my tryst with date. Now that Mom’s back from a bout I feel life had always not been prosaic. Reflecting back on the new assignment as Chef I guess life is not fair on everyone.

Day one saw me rolling into kitchen after a long lapse and head in jitters. The matter that I had become completely alien to the set up of the dabbas did not make choices easier either. Cruising on safe mode I decided to go on with ‘Khichdi’. Well the choice made began the Herculean task of being sure as to what box contained what. The awful grudging of boxes along with the whistle of cooker signalled the conclusion of noon. Though to my dismay found that the curry needed a tinge more of salt. Pooris in night made up for the eventful day. Well the beginning seemed all auspicious, but as days waned the work seemed to tax a lot. Realising that Mom’s carrying over this work over and out for so many days without loss of precision (McGrath will find himself rated less on this account of precision) made for a thoughtful pondering. Well the week saw me trying my hand at almost all the things some not so well and some decent.

Well the point I wanted to raise is we all have been taxing in our own little way. The work seemingly so easy to unfold gets monotonous after few days and to be drawn into it for days together needs real patience. I do feel blessed to be gorging on things made with such intricate details without twirling my head a bit. Is this not enough to make Moms the best thing to have happened to anyone’s life???

JUICE WAS WORTH THE SQUEEZE!!!!!!

Sense of humour!! ‘A gripping pack of people who make light of a seemingly monotonous and flat tone’- is a telling commentary in taking delight in the mirthful. The other day when Mr Bush (Senior) joked about his son to the Prime Minister, I could not help myself from a quiet smile. The musings are not quite unwarranted. The company I find myself in never finds itself short on cheerfulness and the happy countenance masks the unmistakable differences. Every matter has an anti matter up and over in some other part of the universe and their chancing upon guarantees explosion, I perhaps can reconcile to the fact after being to DAIICT. Take a stroll through C wing, 1st floor and let me hear the echo.

It’s like an oasis of hope in the midst of desert of worldly woes and difficulties. Glass is never half empty it is always half full and meeting these people I couldn’t agree more. Its not like hilarious stuff for everyone, invariably someone bears the wrath. If someone claimed “My love is redder than Rose” it’s not highly unlikely that you find an arrow shot across phrased as “Mine is plastic rose eluding the worldly fusty musty rusty conditions”. Puncturing vanity and restoring sanity with aplomb is what these people are born with. Even the ordeals are worth the squeeze.

As this has been meant to be a memorabilia let me commemorate the protagonists of the plot. Central characters are portrayed by Professor and Pakoda. It gets tardy difficult to name a single person in main role. Let’s focus the reel to Pakoda, if you ever doubt the dictum that there’s a calm before the storm be sure to meet this guy. Just a single one liner suffices to cut anyone into shreds. Professor- blind follower of ‘Divide and Rule’ (When he is on mood) else if he is on song then hardly time can stand a testimony as it tickles by without a clue. Now the turn of Bouncer Bhai and John g. Even with the memento-mori hanging from his chin he will be exclaiming Abhi tho bahut time hai. John g! Perhaps no one can soak more, born with jocular vein he becomes the butt of most of the jokes. Not to forget the tag load of names he carries with him. Chubbi and Gol wind up the team with the inclusion of non regular Gulu. Chubbi to his credit finds a lethal weapon in form of his roommate, even though that doesn’t make him quite a PJ master. Gol will always be remembered for his encounters with Pakoda. The powder fight, the bottle crush will long be etched in memory. Gulu Ghalib the included non insider makes up for one of the best things to have happened to me. Well to think of it THE JUICE WAS REALLY WORTH THE SQUEEZE!!!