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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Dork: The Incredible Adventures Of Robin 'einstein' Varghese by Sidin Vadukut

Dork: The Incredible Adventures Of Robin 'einstein' VargheseDork: The Incredible Adventures Of Robin 'einstein' Varghese by Sidin Vadukut

My rating: 2 of 5 stars


Initially funny, I kept giggling for sometime. But after a while the dorky treatment started grating on my nerves. I plodded on hoping that there would some deviation, some show of genius which I thought I could discern in the first few pages. Nothing like that. It continued being dorky.

It was a HUGE disappointment, given all the reviews and feedback on the book.



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Monday, September 27, 2010

The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet

The Pillars of the EarthThe Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Life was very difficult in the medieval times. Whether it was war time or peace time, the common man faced an uncertainty that people of our time and location will find hard to comprehend.



It is not about a person. I cannot say Prior Philip or Tom Builder or Jack or Aliena or anyone to be the central character of the book. Its about all of them. Normal people with normal weaknesses.



I found the first 200 pages difficult to cross, but once the characters were all in, it was unputdownable.



A very very very good read.



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Monday, September 20, 2010

Grades of a chef

I have been on a mission to understand what a chef is and the various grades and types of them. Here is what I learnt
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A kitchen chef is a person who cooks professionally for other people. Below are various titles given to those working in a professional kitchen and each can be considered a title for a type of chef.

Chef de cuisine : This person is in charge of all things related to the kitchen.

Sous-chef : The sous-chef de cuisine is the direct assistant of the executive chef.

Expediter : The expediter takes the orders from the dining room and relays them to the stations in the kitchen.

Chef de partie : A chef de partie, also known as a "station chef" or "line cook", is in charge of a particular area of production.

Commis : A commis is an apprentice in larger kitchens that works under a chef de partie to learn the station's responsibilities and operation.

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As I understand, these are the roles that are awarded based on seniority and skill in their areas. This is the accepted norm world over.

Now, I see a new trend, wherein even wannabe cooks are graded as chefs. No, it is not arbitrary, there is a definite logic in the entire grading system. I shall briefly dwell upon the grades and the criteria and thereon go the origin of this new line of thought.

Sub-junior chef : This is the learner cook, someone who tries simple recipes. Recipes that are safe, do-able and within his/her comfort zone. There is no creativity involved whatsoever. A sub-junior chef blindly follows tried and tested recipes whether it be ingredients or the method. And yeah, a sub-junior chef makes mistakes. Lots of mistakes. A dish done well once doesn’t necessitate that it will be good the next time too. A sub-junior chef has immense potential to create disasters where none lurk and jump right into them. Bang on!

Junior chef : These are the experienced cooks. They know their methods well and the pros and cons of subtle changes in ingredients and the methods. But they do not, I repeat, do not go outside their comfort zone. They do not create new dishes. They are happy to serve lip smacking meals to near and dear ones and even more happy to be appreciated as "excellent cook!". They preen under such praise. But seldom can we see this potential going beyond their realm.

Senior chef : Now this is the breed which can be thought as the crème de la crème of the gastronomic world. They are the creators, they are the thinkers, they are the improvisers. They can give a new twist to the most basic eons-old recipe. We can safely assume that all we eat today can be attributed to some or other senior-chef at some point in time. After all, someone should have thought up of combinations to produce desirable tastes. That someone my friend, belongs to the senior-chef category. I salute this category, without which we would still be eating fruits and berries and bland meat.

I perchance encountered this new categorisation very recently. I had to dig, question and grill quite a bit to understand the differences between the sub-junior and junior, and junior and senior. All I have done here is elaborate upon the very crisp, clear vocabulary used to express the demarcation.

By this I fall under the sub-junior category.
My mother, mother-in-law, in fact most women I personally know fall under the junior category.
It’s the people who run cookery shows on the TV and internet who may fall under the senior category.


I am sure you would have questions, queries or even counter points to the criteria mentioned above.

If you do, the person to contact is Siddharth Siju, an 8 year old boy who resides at Bangalore.

He also happens to be my son.





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1984 by George Orwell Book Review

19841984 by George Orwell

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


An extreme take on a totalitarian state, where one does not have the possession of one's own mind.

Heartbreaking betrayal and the final surrender, what touched me was the way the mind was made to obey, unthink, and deny reality. This is what torture does perhaps. Is it really possible to break a man's spirit in so irretrievable fashion? It must be. I could feel the hopeless terror of Winston when he faced torture, the bliss of his days with Julia and the fear that thinking logically might mean that one is insane.

Most poignant part was when they lost one another. No connect. Nothing there. No feelings.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nineteen_Eighty-Four

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Thursday, September 2, 2010

Baby talk

 This was posted by me elsewhere a few years back, when my son just turned three and began speaking. And yeah, he was pretty late on that front. Here goes.....

As the language is used by more and more people, we see an enrichment of the vocabulary of the beautiful language -- English. The OWLS --Oxford World and Language Society is constantly updating its databases to keep pace with the evolution of the language.
Perchance it was that I came across the list of words that have been recently added to the Oxford English Dictionary. I am enlisting some of those for the benefit of one and all.
I highly recommend the usage of these new terms of reference. This not only keeps us apace with the living structure of the language, but also keeps us in the know of the ever changing times that we live in.

Prak: A large area of land preserved in its natural state as public property
Archaic: Park

Bitro: The dim witted, hairless, slimy three toed sloth that goes around ostensibly managing my project
Archaic: Britto

Tyack: A line or route along which something travels or moves
Archaic: Track

Covad: A covering that serves to conceal or shelter something
Archaic: Cover

Tromise: A verbal commitment by one person to another agreeing to do (or not to do) something in the future
Archaic: Promise

Gael: A young woman
Archaic: Girl

Oil-oil: Oil from olives
Archaic: Olive oil

Rubbad: Latex from trees (especially trees of the genera Hevea and Ficus)
Archaic: Rubber

Cush: To compress with violence, out of natural shape or condition
Archaic: Crush

Fofa: An upholstered seat for more than one person
Archaic: Sofa

Blanglore: An industrial city in south central India (west of Chennai)
Synonym: Blangalore
Archaic: Bangalore

Singal: An electric quantity (voltage or current or field strength)whose modulation represents coded information about the source from which it comes
Archaic: Signal

Plick: A utility instrument holding papers/clothes.
Archaic: Clip

Watch this space for future updates on the same.

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Mother of Sid.

Box of Rasam

Circa 2005

Disclaimer : All characters are authentic and any resemblance to any real person or avatar, is purely factual and intentional.

Prologue
We had an unfortunate incident a month back. One of my cousins Balaji who works in Bangalore met with an accident. His mother Latha, came down from Delhi for the surgery recuperation. The following incident happened during the hospital stay.


So here goes.

This was just a couple of days after the surgery and I decided on my own that some hot rasam will do good for Balaji's allopathy scarred appetite and palate.

So I get it done in a hurry and rush to the hospital before he gets hungry.

The boy is hungry and we decide to eat. but we know we have a problem at hand. The rasam box wont open. It just refuses to budge...

In my hurry I closed it when it was too hot.. and now it wont open..
Its rasam, so we cant bang it open too..  We try and try and try and then we give up..
We decide to go ahead with the other food items and look at the Rasam later..
It is shoved into the fridge with some grand plans of being used the next day..

Come tomorrow . Latha and me are a little apprehensive if it will open now.

The fresh rasam was in the fridge and hence refuses to budge. we contemplate, discuss, and come up with a multi pronged POA..

1. Try and try till our nails break or the box opens (which ever is earlier).
This approach fails so we went on to the next one.
 

2. Heat it up a little and see if it opens..
This also fails. Please note, we don't have our nails now. Now I bring my logic into play and tell Latha. "This is not something for women.. it needs raw masculine strength". So we proceed to the next course.

3. Look for a man who seemed capable of opening a rasam box. We walk along the corridor eyeing every man and judging if he is upto it. Needless to say, we didn't find a single male specimen of this species who answered our requirements.

We are dejected now and wondering what to do. By this time, the nurses decide to chip in and offer tools like scissors and what not to open up the box. Nothing works!!!!

Enter two burly policemen and a lawyer who have infact come to meet Balaji. Since this was an accident case there were some formalities to complete. The room is now busy. The policemen talking to Balaji and the lawyer talking to Latha. I pay attention to the conversation for a while (Rasam with capital R is top priority in my mind now)..
Then realize that the visitors are taken care of by Latha and Balaji, and me too doing the same would add no value and would infact signify a redundant resource (my i-flex experience instill in me a certain stinginess with resources). I decide to turn my attention to the box again, and suddenly poa # 4 takes shape.

I take it. and keep fiddling with it.. All the while looking at Latha..hoping to catch her attention..The moment arrives sooner than later… there is a lull in the
conversation…She looks at me for a fleeting instant. I grab her glance, look at her.. then the box. and then the policemen. She takes the cue and asks one of them to try opening it for us.

He obliges…and hey presto.. It opened!!!!!!!! We had rasam that day!!!!!

Epilogue:
The Rasam was good and tasty after all that effort. Balaji is fine now and doing great.