golmirchi "goru"

Had always thought i will start writing about food and the numerous experiments i try out with various forms of it almost every weekend (especially now, since MTV pays me for 8 non-working days every month) But somehow have never gotten around to doing it...wonder why? (maybe becoz i am too busy cooking, and then too busy eating or making other people eat it..!!?)

So, to boil things down to the meat...oh! did i say meat..what a slip of the toungue my dear watson...what a slip indeed...since meat it was, in all its glorified form and timbre and resonance, in the sunday just gone by...specifically the 'cow', or as we bongs like to call it - 'goru' (and as the westerners like to say 'Beef') Its one object that has always eluded my grasp, more so becoz i feel its as obstinate as i am...tough and difficult to manipulate, by whatever means. And so, maybe it was sheer destiny that a mistake would finally put things in order (in the battle of Mukherjee vs Goru) and bring out the best beef dish that i have been able to cook so far.

More will come later...

Travelling Flute-bury

Sunday morning "ting tong" and there he was...in clean white cotton attire and a long thin black bag full of the most simplistic yet melodious instruments that man has invented so far. Arvind Kumar, one of the many wandering flautists of mumbai has finally found my place after getting lost (being misled by a miscreant maybe?) Hailing from UP, a place that goes by the name of Pilibheeth (strangely, couldn't help telling him about my association with the place, as papa did proficient business with lot of very loyal customers from that area...and that papa's childhood friend and support during his last days 'Pratap-uncle' also belonged to that same town) Arvind-ji's politeness was like a breath of fresh air, something that we urban people are so unaccostomed to nowadays, having been exposed to curt, professional, to-the-point responses, even from close acquaintences and friends at times (such is the infection of big metro cities I suppose...alas!)
To cut a long story short (maybe this one I would like to keep to myself only), after an hour or so, having sold the most magnificient piece of wood i have had the priviledge of holding in my two hands so far in life...he left with a smile on his face and a sliver of hope in his heart... and I watched him walk out through that door, hoping that this association is here to stay...for as long as the man in him remains the true self, uncorrupted and unhampered by the crooked ways of this city. Needless to say, i have a feeling i will be writing much more of this man again........