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Monday, July 23, 2018

"Stories" Story

Finally our neighbourhood get a decent watering hole.  There is this joint called ‘Stories. No brewery. Hence we get reasonably priced beer. All kinds of food. not too bad prices. I had pizza.



It had this projector and big TV. My bro is what you call a football fanatic. And was all Messi Messi till the French kicked their big Maradona butt. Hey. The French are all black. Didnt know. 



Any ways, if you are in this area and urgently need to gulp some beer, drop in. The place has easy access. It almost attached to the Mahalakshmi metro station.


#stories
#newwateringhole


Friday, January 26, 2018

Book Review of Two Plus Half Maniacs by Vinit Patel



Genre : Young action comedy
Source: Review copy

If this was not a novel, it would have been a movie that critics would have called a masala blockbuster.

It’s the story of Vansh. He gets his clothes torn, pushed into a pond and almost killed on his first day in college. A shock for someone who has had a near-perfect school life. Does this rollercoaster end? No, it doesn’t. It actually gains momentum. When he befriends what the author so lovingly calls the other two maniacs

Then there is a girl. The heroine. This girl has issues. And just when you are getting to know her... bang... she is kidnapped. Read the book to find out the who and the why.

I pity Vansh. Every character in the book has only one job. That of causing him discomfort. He has it bad from page one. The action is so nonstop that the reviewer lost the thread many a time but, like our hero, laboured on.

Well. It all turn out super for Vansh. But you have to go thru the 243 page to find out how.

This book is written in delicious Indian English. And in its own way it tickles your funny bone. And all that with a conscience and soul.


All in all. A brave effort by debutant Vinit Patel.




Hemant Singh

#vinitpatel
#twoplushalfmaniacs

Thursday, January 25, 2018

This is the story of Mani.


Mani is a cook. And worked at my friend’s hotel at Kolar. And so great was his cooking that vehicles passing on the highway took a detour to visit his hotel.


He was really good at his job. He could make Andhra Pulav, Hyderabad biryani, Ambur biryani, Kadai biryani. All at the same time and each will be a mouth-wateringingly different dish. North, south, east or west- name a dish and he could make it.


But there was a catch.

They say na... Too many cooks spoil the broth. Mani was a firm believer of this.

He did everything by himself. Buy the things. Chop them and cook them. He hated assistance. He got up at four. Went to the vegetable market. Brought vegetables. Came back and slept. Got up. Went to the meat market. Bought meat. Cleaned and cooked. Its ready for lunch.


Slept at four. Got up at six. Cooked dinner. Slept at 12.




Cooked all alone. Hated when anyone came to assist him. You should have seen him working. He looked like a drummer in those rock bands. He would sit in the centre and have four stoves around him all in full swing.


But there was another catch.

He drank from morning to evening. While cooking there was that inevitable bottle somewhere nearby.


When he went on leave. The hotel closed down. And when he had a tiff with the owner and left for his village in Tamil Nadu. The owners parents went to the village and coaxed him back to work.

Its here I saw firsthand how the cooks are the backbone of this industry. And good cooks, like good actors, are not made. They are born with the gift.

Despite have such a cook, the hotel went under. Coz the owner had an addiction for gambling. But that’s another story.

Wonder where Mani is today. Making mouth-watering treats for someone somewhere -for sure.



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#toomanycooks




"Stories" Story

Finally our neighbourhood get a decent watering hole.   There is this joint called ‘Stories. No brewery. Hence we get reasonably priced b...