note to self

I have thought about the contents of this blog many times.
What is the point of this endeavor? What mind numbing thoughts and memories would I be committing to text?Would there and more importantly should there be a point to all the mad pointless rambling and ranting?
Well after a long time and little thought this is what I came up with:

The point of this blog, as of life itself, is : Food.

I am not, however, convinced with the concept of a blog about food, with recipes, and the bloggers insights and feelings while cooking an extraordinary meal of spinach quiche. Nor am i taken by the few hundred photographs that pepper most food blogs; neatly arranged ingredients, that pasty yellow back ground lights naah, not my cup of tea.

Don't get me wrong, I totally get the merit of these sites, as a matter of fact I follow a whole bunch of them. Its jsut that one must stick to what one does best, and  neatly arranging ingredients so as to adhere strictly to the dictum of colour theory while trying to angle the incandecent bulb in the kitchen so as to achive maximum ilumination is not mine, and hence I shall leave such things to people better suited to such tedium.

I think I'll do soemthing a little different. It would be interesting to give a perspective of the food industry from the inside. Ooh how rude of me, I work in a kitchen in a great restaurant in Bombay in a minor capacity. I sit up late into the night head swimming with dreams that only inhabit the prime time spots of upward-mobile: my own chefs jacket with black piping and name embroidered in blue....aaah. So it would be an interesting exercise to pen down the happenings and goings on inside the industry and how it approaches food, and how working in it has changed and hopefully evolved my concept of the food I eat and how its made. If its doesnt sound that interesting, well pardon my french, but piss off.

Taking into account my propensity to wander and complete lack of focus, I think it would be prudent to pen down something like this. A mission statement of sorts. However don't be overly surprised if I start taking about a certain variety of blue frogs in the amazon that glow bright orange in UV light on a certain day of every 3rd year.


This being typed out, I have no excuse to procrastinate any further. So without any adieu I give you:
                                    
                                                 Of Food, Soul and Wanderlust.

Sound check

I have this memory from back in the day.

The setting: The school auditorium, a dark, dank, deceptively large cavarn of a building. Red pillers interspersed between white walls, with darker bluish spots where the water, from the torrential rains seeped in every year, modest speckled tiles, steps with ornate designs, painted in an earth rust hue, by some student or the other, kids with dreams of grandure, the next picasso what have you.

In this seemly arcane structure, bodies, insignificant in the gloomy darkness, scurried around, setting up a stage. A beacon of the tecnological era, in an otherwise musty edifice. All flashes and beeps.

Anyways, this was the scene which preceded a glorious event. A theatrical melee of song and dance, flashing lights and tepid "skits". Preserved in my memory, embellished as it can only be in retrospect.

The funny thing is that I can't tell you with certainty, the order of the performances or even what was performed. What however has stuck in my mind, with crystal clarity, is the man behind the sounds and lights. A big hulk of a man, standing tall at 6 foot something, 300 pounds, with a stoop which would put a camels hump to shame. More specificly I remember his Chant as he did the final preparations before the start of the grand show. " Check, check", " Mike testing, testing" . There was a prophetic quality to this hymn, a harbinger of good things to come. A flagbearer of sorts.

This having been said, I think its only right that I start my blog, certainly an undertaking of much smaller proportions, with:

Check, Check
Mike testing, testing