First impressions of Masterchef India

When I began to watch Masterchef Australia (Season 2) on television, my mother looked at me with surprise and said, ”But you don’t even show any interest in cooking! And you hate the cookery shows I watch during lunch time!” (She would know. Lets just say, battles have been fought over this!) Anyway, I became an ardent fan of Masterchef NOT because it’s a ‘show about cooking’ but it’s a show that concentrates on the food itself, on the challenges that contestants face and the learning that takes place. So when I saw the advertisements for Masterchef India, I shuddered. And when I saw who the judge (well technically, he’s one of 3 judges but of course he has to be ”the main judge”) was, I shuddered even more.

Last night, the first episode of Masterchef India aired on Star Plus, and it was so much worse than I’d imagined :

- Since when does India translate into North and West India? Producers, have you heard that there people in this country who live south of Mumbai and east of Delhi who are also Indians? Check that out sometime.

- The show, as expected, applied the ‘Indian Idol’ style of overhead shots of long, snaking lines of people screaming ‘IMGOINGTOBETHEMASTERCHEFINDIA’ occasionally interjected with ‘AKKI I LOVE YOU’. Yes, aunty, that’s the reason you should enter this show. For Akshay Kumar.

- The show insisted on concentrating on the personal lives of the ‘contestants’. I’m not disrespecting the fact that some of them may have faced a lot of hurdles, but unless that had any relevance to their love for cooking, how does that matter? You want us to feel sorry for you, there’s apparently a show called Rakhi ka Insaaf that might help.

- The lighting and shots used. What are they thinking!? At least try to make the food look appealing! I’m sure some of it tastes good, so why use harsh white light and clumsy framing to make it look the opposite?

- Reality show therefore MUST concentrate on the tears. Apparently this one is written in stone somewhere cause I definitely saw more tears than food last night. And no, I’m not including my own tears of frustration.

- The 3 ‘judges’. One cooked in Bangkok and two are chefs. Akshay obviously is supposed to be good cop, while the other two alternate between bad cop and confused cop.

- The music and background score. Sounds like ‘Aahat’ and ‘Fear Factor’ most of the time. Let’s not forget the ‘dhadam, dhadam, dhadam’ from the K Serials while the camera concentrates on a contestant when he/she stands around with a nervous/irate/*insert choice of emotion here* expression on the face

- And last, but not least, Mr. Khiladi. It’s quite obvious that he’s going to be playing the star card very often, and make the show about him rather than the food.

Flames




Duo

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Never forget that you have to keep the flames burning. Whether of anger or of love or both.

I didn’t think it was easy to pack passion (for anything) away into a little part of my heart and let it remain there. I forgot that it defines me, drives me – cornily, makes me feel like an Arien. I didn’t think it was so easy for me to slip into all these roles where passion, anger, surges of hot emotion have no place. Where I have to think, weigh, calculate without losing my cool, without melting.

Where I should talk instead of scream (which is what I really want to do), where I have to ask instead of accuse (so easy, so gratifying), where I have to stay balanced and basically remember that ”I’m a teenager, it’s my birthright to lose control” doesn’t work anymore.

Because, even if this is who I am meant to be, passionless-and-flameless, I believe John Mayer when he wisely says ”Who says I can’t take time?”

Neu

Sitting in my new room at the new place. Still a couple of days before we move, and the smell of “new house” is giving me a headache ( or maybe its all the episodes of Castle I’ve been watching today). It’s quiet here, I can hear crickets – strange sounds for a city girl, I tell you.

Mixed feelings, but still, feelings. More later.

Out loud

Now that I think about it, somewhere along the way I have stopped dreaming things for myself. Practicality (I think) seems to seep in far too early before anything is able to set and my subconscious empties the contents of half-formed wishes into the drain before I can even take proper notice of them.

This is not a good thing, I have aspirations, but they are real. Achievable and safe, not wild and daring as they probably should be at my age. When I was younger, at least I wanted to get into the stormy turbulent life of a “writer” but I don’t even say that anymore when I have to seriously consider where my life is going.

Flying, in a sense

I love airports. It might have to do with the fact that I love flying, but I really do love airports.

I love sitting outside the ‘Arrival’ area, watching people. I know it’s creepy, in fact a lot of people could be wondering ‘Ok who is this creepy girl and why is she watching me’, but I really can’t help myself. I smile when I watch the two little hyper boys run towards their grinning grandparents, each little boy attempting to push the heavy baggage carts. I tear up (just a little) as I watch aging parents embrace the son they probably haven’t seen for while as he walks out, probably just off a flight from the US. I scoff at the all white netas, the ones nobody knows, as they walk out with folded hands looking for the garlands that wont greet them, hoping that somebody will notice the useless posse of harried looking PA’s around them, and maybe give them some importance.

But of all the things the scene that I love most to watch are the ones which involve the shy married/engaged couple, probably a husband returning from a business trip, as he catches sight of his wife, the self-conscious smiles, the words of greeting, and then surprising both of them, the arm slung across her shoulders pulling her into his embrace, as they make their way home.

Flavours

I sit here in a sea of numbers, for once they please me and almost everyone else. I sit in class, breaking rules, as I message the fractals, the grades. 26/30, three A+’s.

I’m not ashamed to admit these are new, novelty. This wasn’t the case always. I’m happy now, but I wasn’t unhappy then. Call it callousness, call it suppression, call it whatever the hell you want. I curse now, I cursed then. I eat chaat from the roadside, and I survived typhoid. I ate at an expensive restaurant, and I recovered from gastroentitis.

I fight with my boyfriend, my father, my mother, my dogs and even my cat. I fight, I insult, I abuse. I throw words, harsh and unforgivable, and in turn I get them thrown back at me. And I learn to live, to sustain, to rebuild. Physics runs through me as I traverse through being malleable, brittle, transparent and opaque all at the same time. I know I’m living, as I jostle through the sweaty armpit women in the front of the bus as they glare at me. I glare back.

I know I’m living when I see you. With your obsession for marks, your refusal to bunk class, clinging on to every definition of ‘a good girl’ that you can find. Lets go for a movie. No. Lets go out. No. Lets – No no no no.

I want to shake you. Rattle you, pull you out of the haze that surrounds you, that makes you think your marks card will get you everywhere. It wont. Even if it does, I wouldn’t want to be there, if all it means is go to college, attend class, go home. You look at me strangely when I ask you what you’re going to tell your children when they ask you about college. Did you bunk class, Mom? No. Did you see that movie, Mom? No. Did you – No no no no.

And you sigh and shake your head.

”We wont get attendance”

The Valentine’s Day Post :)

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I may come from the same town as a certain anti-Valentine’s day character, but hey, there are some of of us who’d like to think we make up for the bad cookie’s from the factory :)

I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, so here goes my list of Top 5 all-time favorite love songs !

Bed of Roses – Bon Jovi

While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need

This song is very, very special! There is no way I can begin this list without this song being right on top. When I listen to this song, it reminds me of new beginnings, of realization, and of conversations in the rain :)

Run – Snow Patrol

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we’ll make it anywhere
Away from here

Ah, Grey’s Anatomy! I watched a fanvid of Meredith and Derek somewhere, and it had this song in the background. I thought it was a perfect fit ! This song is so full of the pain of impending separation, and yet it’s hopeful at the same time.

Say it Right – Nelly Furtado

Oh you don’t mean nothing at all to me
No you don’t mean nothing at all to me
But you got what it takes to set me free
Oh you could mean everything to me

Ok so this may not be a typical love song, but it’s so full of energy! There was a time when I would listen to this song at least 6 times a day, and I felt like getting up and dancing every time! There’s no innocence in this one, just an amazing sense of seductiveness.

Ee Tanavu Ninnade – Raghu Dixit

I admit, I don’t understand every word of the song but I do get the gist of it , and boy do I love it! I love the music in this song – it supports Raghu’s voice beautifully, making the song so powerful! I first heard this being played live on Christmas Eve ’08 and I will never forget the ambiance OR the excellent company :)

Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing – Aerosmith

And I’m wondering what you’re dreaming
Wondering if it’s me you’re seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we’re together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever

June 2, 2007 – a date I will never forget! Aerosmith at Palace Grounds – this show changed my life forever! They didn’t play this song, unfortunately, but it’s my all-time favorite Aerosmith song so I had to put it in :) Although, looking at the circumstances, I really should be putting in Pink as well !