Phew. Up and running again after ages. Feels like I’ve been away for sooo long. But with my new and improved go with the flow philosophy, I haven’t really missed it at all. Strange are the ways of the world and the human mind. It’s now been a month since I’ve been back and it’s been fantastic. The weather has been crap, unbelievable rain and enough floods all over the country to give Bangladesh an inferiority complex. Still, it doesn't seem to be bothering me in the least - au contraire, now I have the ammo to combat tall stories about flooding in Mumbai. Just got back after a HUMOUNGOUS lunch at Chennai Dosa where we demolished a couple of thalis, idlis, vadas, masala dosa, rawa dosa, mysore masala and paper dosas before rounding it off nicely with malai and pista kulfis. YUMMMM!! Feeling quite sick now, and don't think I want to have any close encounters with South India anytime in the near future. Well, not until September anyway :).
Back in the office after a few hours at home and the sun is slanting in through the windown hitting my phone and screen. And the corner of my eye. Finally, after a whole day of gloomy damp. Some summer this has been. Back from Canada now for a little over two weeks and it's been a strange experience. While I was there, I had decided to go back to Bombay, and it seemed to be an epiphany when one of my bacchas sent an email saying they were looking for someone to head up the C&W Client Solutions team in India and would I be interested, because he thought I was perfect. Came back, had a few discussions with C&W Asia about the job and even spoke to my boss - not about the possible job, but that I wanted to go back. He's been fantastic. First giving me the time off to go to Vancouver, and getting me paid for the entire time I was away to boot. He said he'd hate to lose me and several other nice things that make it so hard to leave, but then rounded off by saying he understood and that I needed to do what was best for me. Of course, I should think about it, and maybe do a list of pros and cons to help me decide.... told him I'd already decided, which was when he went to into full mode about how the company wouldn't want to lose me and if I wanted to go back should mega boss talk to CEO of Asia to get me a job. If not, he had a client who was looking to set up something for a year in HK, and I would be perfect. So many options... suddenly the choice becomes that much harder. When there's nothing to chose from, who cares. But the way they appreciate you here.... it's special.
But that's not just it. It's the combination of the great work place here, my boss, and the fact that while the India opportunity is great, the money sucks and more importantly, it'll be a 24/7 job even if I do have the flexibilty to work from home, etc, not to mention the petty politics that Asia thrives on. I don't want to go back to that. More to the point, since I've been back from Canada, despite the mostly dreadful weather, I've been happy to be back. Feel good about myself and being back and well, don't want to leave. There's still so many things I want to do - and sitting out most of the Saturday cowering behind a couple of umbrellas at Wimbledon is not the least of it. There's Silverstone and the Hungarian grand prix for next year, trips to Berlin, Portugal, Scandinavia and Croatia that I want to do, my yoga and pilates and well, the friends I've made. Most of all, I feel good about being here by myself. Things between Velu and me are great and I'm so much happier. Sarolta's back in Budapest and Somya's pushing off to India at least for a bit, but despite that, I want to stay. Work is going great, everyone loves me and I'm working on a special project with the CEO and head of HR, so there's lots happening.
It's funny, but when you think about the decision you have to make, it's so hard, but somehow, things just do seem to fall into place, and suddenly you're doing things that are contrary to the decision you've made. It happens instinctively, and there's no 'is this the right thing to do'. So, I'm off flat hunting - a 12 month lease with an option to break at 6. Spoke to the MD for CS Asia to tell him that I was leaning towards staying and that he should get someone else, no matter how right he thought I was and what a wonderful opportunity it is, blah, blah, told mega boss that I was having a change of heart. And get this, he asked if it was because of the pitch that we'd just won. That we've been working on for a while now, for which I came back to London, for my client. And when I said no, he said good. Because if I'd said yes, he'd have thought I was crazy. Don't make a decision based on work. Get your personal life straight, and the rest will sort itself out. Good guys here. Not staying for work, but it's not how the Indian's think. So for now, I guess I'm staying.
Oh. Forgot to mention. Got my navel pierced. My very own mid life crisis, but it looks great ;-o
But that's not just it. It's the combination of the great work place here, my boss, and the fact that while the India opportunity is great, the money sucks and more importantly, it'll be a 24/7 job even if I do have the flexibilty to work from home, etc, not to mention the petty politics that Asia thrives on. I don't want to go back to that. More to the point, since I've been back from Canada, despite the mostly dreadful weather, I've been happy to be back. Feel good about myself and being back and well, don't want to leave. There's still so many things I want to do - and sitting out most of the Saturday cowering behind a couple of umbrellas at Wimbledon is not the least of it. There's Silverstone and the Hungarian grand prix for next year, trips to Berlin, Portugal, Scandinavia and Croatia that I want to do, my yoga and pilates and well, the friends I've made. Most of all, I feel good about being here by myself. Things between Velu and me are great and I'm so much happier. Sarolta's back in Budapest and Somya's pushing off to India at least for a bit, but despite that, I want to stay. Work is going great, everyone loves me and I'm working on a special project with the CEO and head of HR, so there's lots happening.
It's funny, but when you think about the decision you have to make, it's so hard, but somehow, things just do seem to fall into place, and suddenly you're doing things that are contrary to the decision you've made. It happens instinctively, and there's no 'is this the right thing to do'. So, I'm off flat hunting - a 12 month lease with an option to break at 6. Spoke to the MD for CS Asia to tell him that I was leaning towards staying and that he should get someone else, no matter how right he thought I was and what a wonderful opportunity it is, blah, blah, told mega boss that I was having a change of heart. And get this, he asked if it was because of the pitch that we'd just won. That we've been working on for a while now, for which I came back to London, for my client. And when I said no, he said good. Because if I'd said yes, he'd have thought I was crazy. Don't make a decision based on work. Get your personal life straight, and the rest will sort itself out. Good guys here. Not staying for work, but it's not how the Indian's think. So for now, I guess I'm staying.
Oh. Forgot to mention. Got my navel pierced. My very own mid life crisis, but it looks great ;-o
The pressure!!
Bugger! This blog thingy is getting stressful with people keeping tabs on when I've last posted stuff :-). It has been a while though and Sarolta, this one's for you - oh yeah! and it took all afternoon. Canada's been a revelation - mostly Usha driven!! It's just fucking unbelievable, but she is really bloody super mom! And for anyone who knew her, it takes some getting used to :-). Am hungry so am going to scrounge for some lunch. I actually want to finish, well, start my bit on the Budapest trip, but the only thing I can think to write about is the Ishler!!! :-). More on that later - it's making me hungrier.
Lives of Others
For those of you phillistines who think the 'Day After Tomorrow' is a great movie, here's a newsflash. A great story with no CGI sometimes makes a better movie!! I'd heard lots of good things about this German movie, and wanted to see - finally went over the weekend. A long trek to Finchley Road for the late show, which allowed us to get in dinner. My first ever visit to Fine Burger, and I have to admit, they do make the most exquisite burgers! I had an original, beef, tomato, lettuce (minus onion), and it was the best burger I've ever eaten. This is a cow that died for a very deeply cause and will be much revered in my mind for some time to come. Of course, it's ridiculously overpriced, some £7 for a burger, and that's it - no fries, etc. But my, McDonald's and Burger King.. get a life. I also feel a compelling need to mention their onion rings - seen from afar, which were the size of my face!! I'm not kidding - I could have worn that ring around my upper arm with ease. Dont know what onions they're using, but I suspect a single onion could feed an entire Indian family.
Coming back to the movie, it's basically about life in East Germany, before the fall of the wall, as late as the eighties and nineties, living with the Stasi (that's their secret police that everyone's terrified of). It's about this author, his actress girlfriend, and this bastard Cultural minister who uses the Stasi to spy on the author to get something damaging about him, so he can destroy his career. The Statis spymaster, is the central character as far as I'm concerned, and the movie captures the nuances between the characters brilliantly.
It begins in Stasi school with the spymaster lecturing on interrogation methods and is a cool scene, but then slows down just a tad with the introduction of the author and the others... so I was wondering if my expectations were too high - so far (like all of 10 minutes!!) it was only 'ok'. Well, the movie is really long by un-Hindi film standards, some 2 h. 10 min, and the time just flies. I don't want to say a lot, but it's one of those movies, that leave you feeling very pleased with yourself, like you've accomplished something instead of just sitting there absorbed, watching someone else's hardwork. It's a movie that makes you think, and as you talk about it on the way home, it unpeels like a ruddy onion (I hate the number of times I seem to need to mention this stupid vegetable), layer after layer, some delicately transparent, where you can see the onions purple viens, and the others chunkier.
For me it was about so many things - a glimpse into a completely unfamilliar world (Sarolta dismissed my 'its a superb film' comments, saying it was ok - the story was nothing new, but then she grew up in a socialist state!!), throught provoking in its dealing with power, corruption, truth and beauty. The way the characters are real people, people you admire and at the same time, people victims to their weakness (for Day After Tomorrow fans, it's called a multidimensional character, like real people!). How people respond to their situation, sometimes predictable, and other times, maybe even surprising themselves. The acting is restrained, but really moves you and you get completely caught up in the story of their lives.
Enough of my waffling - it's a bloody GOOD movie, so go see it!! Incidentally, Somya and I were up till 2 am discussing it and we've now decided to buy a house in Berlin....... :-)
Coming back to the movie, it's basically about life in East Germany, before the fall of the wall, as late as the eighties and nineties, living with the Stasi (that's their secret police that everyone's terrified of). It's about this author, his actress girlfriend, and this bastard Cultural minister who uses the Stasi to spy on the author to get something damaging about him, so he can destroy his career. The Statis spymaster, is the central character as far as I'm concerned, and the movie captures the nuances between the characters brilliantly.
It begins in Stasi school with the spymaster lecturing on interrogation methods and is a cool scene, but then slows down just a tad with the introduction of the author and the others... so I was wondering if my expectations were too high - so far (like all of 10 minutes!!) it was only 'ok'. Well, the movie is really long by un-Hindi film standards, some 2 h. 10 min, and the time just flies. I don't want to say a lot, but it's one of those movies, that leave you feeling very pleased with yourself, like you've accomplished something instead of just sitting there absorbed, watching someone else's hardwork. It's a movie that makes you think, and as you talk about it on the way home, it unpeels like a ruddy onion (I hate the number of times I seem to need to mention this stupid vegetable), layer after layer, some delicately transparent, where you can see the onions purple viens, and the others chunkier.
For me it was about so many things - a glimpse into a completely unfamilliar world (Sarolta dismissed my 'its a superb film' comments, saying it was ok - the story was nothing new, but then she grew up in a socialist state!!), throught provoking in its dealing with power, corruption, truth and beauty. The way the characters are real people, people you admire and at the same time, people victims to their weakness (for Day After Tomorrow fans, it's called a multidimensional character, like real people!). How people respond to their situation, sometimes predictable, and other times, maybe even surprising themselves. The acting is restrained, but really moves you and you get completely caught up in the story of their lives.
Enough of my waffling - it's a bloody GOOD movie, so go see it!! Incidentally, Somya and I were up till 2 am discussing it and we've now decided to buy a house in Berlin....... :-)
Short Story: Arrogance in Distress
It was balmy in the University courtyard, the fringed shadow of the palm trees standing like unmoving sentinels over the driveway. The warm grey stone of the old University building glowed under the electric lights strategically aimed at it’s heritage façade. Maya got out of her car, and walked towards the forlorn notice board in the middle of the courtyard, lit up by halogen lamps. Her Doc Martins crunched on the gravel, sounding louder than usual in the stillness of the night, a steady counterpoint to the tinkling of the jhumkas dangling from her ears. She strode past the night watchman’s empty chair, and a few more steps brought her into the bright circle of light around the notice board. A lone figure, faded jeans clinging to her coltish legs, a plain white man’s work shirt, knotted at the waist, the sleeves rolled up revealing a collection of leather thongs, friendship bands and a smattering of silver bangles. Her streaked mane, held together by a tortoise comb, formed a halo under the bright light. She spent a few minutes in front of the notice board orienting herself to its layout and the information provided, and then began looking for her roll number in the results of the University’s Bachelor’s of Arts degree.
Maya’s body tensed, and she desperately ran her eyes over the typewritten numbers on the A4 sheets innocuously pinned to the board. All the numbers possible, except 268. Twice, thrice – the distinction list wasn’t that long. She could feel a sickly hollow sensation starting in her stomach, pushing its way up. It had to be a mistake. She was good. The best in her class. Could the incompetent fools at the degree board have marked her down to 1st class? Frantically, she scanned the 1st class list. A lot longer. But still no 268.
Disoriented, she started walking away heavily, the darkness of the evening punctuated only by the distant thrum of Bombay’s late night traffic and the thudding of her heart. She hesitated – maybe she’d hadn’t looked carefully enough. Back again, anxious eyes following the now familiar trail, when the thought came – maybe they’d accidentally thrown her in with the ‘pass’ class. She’d heard all the horror stories about the callousness of the exam board evaluation process. Shuddering, she scanned the lowest section of pages, but 268 remained as elusive as a cool breeze in May. Down the column, next column, down again…..like an automaton. Rows of numbers, but all the wrong ones. Inadvertently, her eyes tarried on the long ignored middle section – 2nd class. She hesitated – it wasn’t even a remote possibility….. was it? Down the row, up to the next one, and down again…. And then almost absently, her brain processed a blip – was that a 258? She blinked. Her eyes grudgingly refocused on the offending sheet of paper so casually, almost indifferently, pinned to the notice board. She reached out and touched it – no illusion. 268. Sitting there like it belonged. 2nd class.
Maya’s body tensed, and she desperately ran her eyes over the typewritten numbers on the A4 sheets innocuously pinned to the board. All the numbers possible, except 268. Twice, thrice – the distinction list wasn’t that long. She could feel a sickly hollow sensation starting in her stomach, pushing its way up. It had to be a mistake. She was good. The best in her class. Could the incompetent fools at the degree board have marked her down to 1st class? Frantically, she scanned the 1st class list. A lot longer. But still no 268.
Disoriented, she started walking away heavily, the darkness of the evening punctuated only by the distant thrum of Bombay’s late night traffic and the thudding of her heart. She hesitated – maybe she’d hadn’t looked carefully enough. Back again, anxious eyes following the now familiar trail, when the thought came – maybe they’d accidentally thrown her in with the ‘pass’ class. She’d heard all the horror stories about the callousness of the exam board evaluation process. Shuddering, she scanned the lowest section of pages, but 268 remained as elusive as a cool breeze in May. Down the column, next column, down again…..like an automaton. Rows of numbers, but all the wrong ones. Inadvertently, her eyes tarried on the long ignored middle section – 2nd class. She hesitated – it wasn’t even a remote possibility….. was it? Down the row, up to the next one, and down again…. And then almost absently, her brain processed a blip – was that a 258? She blinked. Her eyes grudgingly refocused on the offending sheet of paper so casually, almost indifferently, pinned to the notice board. She reached out and touched it – no illusion. 268. Sitting there like it belonged. 2nd class.
Short Story: A Rose by any other name??
Oh my. But he was delicious. Tina pushed back her sweaty bangs, more to keep her hands occupied than anything else. The man had ducked under the ancient bookshelf to retrieve her fallen map, and the urge to reach out and touch him was embarrassing. She hastily averted her eyes, pushing her glasses up her nose and looked around the cool, dimly lit room that served as the reception. The rich tapestries on the wall, ornately carved wooden tables and potted palms made her feel like she’d strayed into an oasis from the Arabian nights, and she felt a shiver run up her spine.
She was finally in Granada, ready to visit the Alhambra and experience for herself the Moorish influence on the region, the start of her grand adventure. Her mind drifted towards the stories surrounding the palace and it was a moment before she realized that he had straightened and was watching her. She blushed, and launched into a halting explanation in Spanish, her hands more eloquent than her limited vocabulary. He handed her the map, his dark eyes smiling. Flustered, she thanked him, her eyes on his lips, watching them move. He said something, she knew that, but what?
He moved behind the desk and looked at her expectantly. Quelling the rising feeling of ditziness, Tina gave him her brightest smile and nodded. It was the right response, as he grinned, grabbing a key from behind the counter before coming around, kissing her warmly on either cheek, and introduced himself as Carlos. Oh my, he smelled so good. Still smiling, he steered her past an archway, down steps decorated with vivid turquoise tiles, to a small alcove branching into a map room and a games room. The warmth of his hand seeping through her thin t-shirt, raised the hairs on her arms. She drew in her breath at the alcove’s rustic charm, the rich, earthy tones of the décor.
She saw Carlos enjoying her unrestrained pleasure before leading her to a picturesque terrace, dotted with wrought iron tables and chairs, rose bushes and a regally indifferent tabby sunning itself. Tina was thrilled. She could picture this in the 1600’s, the Caliph’s house, hidden nooks, crannies, and crazy steps everywhere, servants at your beck and call. Carlos was talking as he preceded her down some more steps, but all she caught was ‘kitchen’ and ‘breakfast’ as they entered a bright courtyard of what was obviously the restaurant.
The restaurant? Had he invited her for breakfast?? She hesitated, but Carlos drew her forward and introduced her to Marita, the ample chef, who embraced her, thrust an apron into her hand and told her how glad she was to finally see her. Bemused, she tried to focus on the rapidfire exchange as the magical moment slid away. She listened as Carlos deftly tied her apron, patting her encouragingly. With a last smile he turned and left. She felt the heat climbing up her face. Carlos the Love God had scrambled her brains....that fool of a man thought she was the new kitchen help!
She was finally in Granada, ready to visit the Alhambra and experience for herself the Moorish influence on the region, the start of her grand adventure. Her mind drifted towards the stories surrounding the palace and it was a moment before she realized that he had straightened and was watching her. She blushed, and launched into a halting explanation in Spanish, her hands more eloquent than her limited vocabulary. He handed her the map, his dark eyes smiling. Flustered, she thanked him, her eyes on his lips, watching them move. He said something, she knew that, but what?
He moved behind the desk and looked at her expectantly. Quelling the rising feeling of ditziness, Tina gave him her brightest smile and nodded. It was the right response, as he grinned, grabbing a key from behind the counter before coming around, kissing her warmly on either cheek, and introduced himself as Carlos. Oh my, he smelled so good. Still smiling, he steered her past an archway, down steps decorated with vivid turquoise tiles, to a small alcove branching into a map room and a games room. The warmth of his hand seeping through her thin t-shirt, raised the hairs on her arms. She drew in her breath at the alcove’s rustic charm, the rich, earthy tones of the décor.
She saw Carlos enjoying her unrestrained pleasure before leading her to a picturesque terrace, dotted with wrought iron tables and chairs, rose bushes and a regally indifferent tabby sunning itself. Tina was thrilled. She could picture this in the 1600’s, the Caliph’s house, hidden nooks, crannies, and crazy steps everywhere, servants at your beck and call. Carlos was talking as he preceded her down some more steps, but all she caught was ‘kitchen’ and ‘breakfast’ as they entered a bright courtyard of what was obviously the restaurant.
The restaurant? Had he invited her for breakfast?? She hesitated, but Carlos drew her forward and introduced her to Marita, the ample chef, who embraced her, thrust an apron into her hand and told her how glad she was to finally see her. Bemused, she tried to focus on the rapidfire exchange as the magical moment slid away. She listened as Carlos deftly tied her apron, patting her encouragingly. With a last smile he turned and left. She felt the heat climbing up her face. Carlos the Love God had scrambled her brains....that fool of a man thought she was the new kitchen help!
What a Stew!
Had a double dinner last night – the first courtesy Aashish who took me out for a belated birthday dinner. Since it was right after work and around Oxford St. it had to be Busaba, my favourite Thai fast meal deal. Enjoyed a chilli prawn fried rice with the Chinese broccoli/shitake mushrooms with their slivers of garlic and of course, no meal there is complete without their fabulous Thai Calamari. So feeling very pleased, I get back to Somya’s to find she’s finished cooking – her rendition of what was supposed to have been a Thai curry turned Avial combo stew. Since my Bengali DNA allows and indeed even encourages constant inputs via the oesophagus, I was only too glad to keep her company over a late dinner, the first of her day and the second of mine :-).
What can I say about the stew/jhol, except that it was really very, very simple vegetable stew, but absolutely delicious! So much so, that I had to get the receipe for myself, even if I don’t ever make the attempt, at least I now have the power! The secret is to not cook like Indians do, i.e. death to all the vegetables, but to make sure they stay CRISP so you have to bite and chew and not directly swallow.
So, in tribute to Somya’s fabulous meal, I’ve put down the receipe and since it’s her very own creation, I’m going to stick to calling it….
Somya’s Surprise Stew
Ingredients:
1 tbsp Olive oil * Mustard seeds * Curry leaves (preferrably dry) * Haldi powder (a couple of pinches) * Ginger (3” piece, finely chopped) * 2.3 Green chillies (for spicy stew, finely chop, otherwise, just split lenghtwise) * 2-3 Carrots (diced rounds) * 1 Potato (cubed 1”) * 3-4 Courgettes/Zuccini (diced rounds/halves) * 75 gm Brinjal (diced) * 75 gm Lau/Dudhi (diced) * 1 onion (chopped, but large pieces) * 1 cup peas * Juice of 1 good sized lemon * 1 cup Coconut milk * 1 cup Yoghurt/Dahi * 3 Glasses of water * Salt (to taste) * Corriander leaves to garnish *
N.B. – the baigun and lau were leftovers in the fridge… but tasted yumm!
Method:
Heat oil and add mustard seeds. When spluttering, add the curry leaves, chopped ginger and green chillies. Stir, then add the onion, and sautee on high heat till soft (2-3 min). Add the potatoes, carrots, brinjal and lau, salt then cover and cook till the vegetables start getting tender (3-4 min). In the meantime, blend the coconut milk and yoghurt separately. Add to the vegetables, along with the water and bring the stew to a boil 2-3 times till vegetables are cooked through, but still crisp. Squeeze the lemon juice in, stir and then add the courgettes and peas and cover the pan (lid must be tight fitting). Leave for 5-10 minutes. Garnish with chopped corriander and serve hot with rice. Yummy!!
ENJAI!
What can I say about the stew/jhol, except that it was really very, very simple vegetable stew, but absolutely delicious! So much so, that I had to get the receipe for myself, even if I don’t ever make the attempt, at least I now have the power! The secret is to not cook like Indians do, i.e. death to all the vegetables, but to make sure they stay CRISP so you have to bite and chew and not directly swallow.
So, in tribute to Somya’s fabulous meal, I’ve put down the receipe and since it’s her very own creation, I’m going to stick to calling it….
Somya’s Surprise Stew
Ingredients:
1 tbsp Olive oil * Mustard seeds * Curry leaves (preferrably dry) * Haldi powder (a couple of pinches) * Ginger (3” piece, finely chopped) * 2.3 Green chillies (for spicy stew, finely chop, otherwise, just split lenghtwise) * 2-3 Carrots (diced rounds) * 1 Potato (cubed 1”) * 3-4 Courgettes/Zuccini (diced rounds/halves) * 75 gm Brinjal (diced) * 75 gm Lau/Dudhi (diced) * 1 onion (chopped, but large pieces) * 1 cup peas * Juice of 1 good sized lemon * 1 cup Coconut milk * 1 cup Yoghurt/Dahi * 3 Glasses of water * Salt (to taste) * Corriander leaves to garnish *
N.B. – the baigun and lau were leftovers in the fridge… but tasted yumm!
Method:
Heat oil and add mustard seeds. When spluttering, add the curry leaves, chopped ginger and green chillies. Stir, then add the onion, and sautee on high heat till soft (2-3 min). Add the potatoes, carrots, brinjal and lau, salt then cover and cook till the vegetables start getting tender (3-4 min). In the meantime, blend the coconut milk and yoghurt separately. Add to the vegetables, along with the water and bring the stew to a boil 2-3 times till vegetables are cooked through, but still crisp. Squeeze the lemon juice in, stir and then add the courgettes and peas and cover the pan (lid must be tight fitting). Leave for 5-10 minutes. Garnish with chopped corriander and serve hot with rice. Yummy!!
ENJAI!
P.S. - The original was the same stew but only with broccoli and courgettes/zuccini, but the broccoli weren’t behaving well that day......
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