Some of the 1.5 kg of chicken breast and legs in your freezer, leftover on account of enthusiastically over ordering when cooking Chicken Masala for the previous week’s dinner.
White wine – leftover from the bottle your friends got for the previous week’s dinner
Sour cream – substitute with yoghurt
Paprika – substitute with chilli flakes
Parsley – substitute with coriander leaves
Mushrooms – substitute with onions (all the time cursing your grocery store for not stocking mushrooms)
Read your oven guide and familiarize yourself with the controls.
Grease baking pan with butter (substituted with ghee) and place defrosted chicken in it
Put pan in oven and turn it on.
Remove fruit basket, two hand towels, one notepad and one pen from top of oven when you realize oven is glowing red.
Prepare sauce by heating some ghee in your pan, frying the onions, adding curd, adding wine, adding parsley, upturning dish of paprika into sauce, picking out paprika pieces from sauce, giving up on the tiny pieces that have stuck to the other ingredients and finally adding a dash of honey to even out the taste.
Turn off oven. Turn chicken pieces. Add sauce. Turn on oven again.
Watch the oven lovingly as the chicken looks more and more cooked.
Turn off oven, serve chicken on bed of rice and eat.
Wince at slightly watery sauce but feel pleasantly mellow on account of the wine.
Placements. The flashpoint to which the two years in campus are pretty much supposed to lead. Finding that your name is not on the list, whereas that of the batchmate ranked 20 places below is there. Hearing ‘November Rain’ blasting out from your friend’s room as she mulled over being rejected in yet another group discussion. Writing pages and pages of Statement of Purposes and polishing up your C.V. It was a stressed out, ugly time. In the course of a few hours, your entire two years on campus got translated into a brand name job and great starting pay. After all these years, most of us have realized perfect jobs do not translate to consulting or investment banking. Each of us has found happiness and/or success in different fields. If only, we had had the wisdom back then…
The B block. Whose 1st and 2nd floors were occupied by the girls. We thought we were too cool. We were sure we were funnier and cleverer than most people and when our juniors came, we passed on this message to them too. We made some of our best friends there and they continue to be so till day.
That feeling. That others gave you when you told them you were a student at a premier institution. People used to read about fancy starting pays on your campus and look at you with pride or envy (depending on whether they liked you or not). When your cousins told their friends where you were studying. When the world seemed to be full of possibilities, most of it involving being the CEO of Lehman Brothers/HLL someday. You were considered as one of the smartest and the best in the whole country.
I was too old by the time I came to B-School to give it the kind of absolute ‘perfection’ certificate that I gave my class twelve days. But it sure had its moments.
So the other day I was chatting with a friend about the James Blunt song, You are Beautiful.
(I have never been a fan of James Blunt. I always thought his voice sounded nasal and a bit shrill. Of late, though, I have started liking the You are Beautiful number. For those who have not heard the song, judge for yourself here. And for those who have not heard the song clearly, here are the lyrics. Finally, for those who would like a short synopsis of what this song is about – Male protagonist sees random gorgeous woman in a subway and meets her eye. And moans about how he will never see her again since they both are just strangers who shared a moment in a crowded sub)
I thought that if the random gorgeous woman had indeed turned around and given him her number, he would have just shrugged his shoulders and walked off. After all, men chasing women is a bit like a dog chasing a car. Once you reach the car, you are not entirely sure why you began the activity in the first place.
My friend (at this point I must add he is male) was shocked. He thought Blunt had indeed spotted his soulmate and when men meet their soulmates they just go for it.
And since we were so much at the opposite ends of the spectrum, I decided to conduct an absolutely unscientific poll with a sample of views collected from a cross section of my friends. So I (along with inputs from my friend) created this quick poll:
Do you think if the girl in the James Blunt song ‘You are beautiful’ actually turned around and gave her number, he would call her?
Option A - No way. He would lose interest now that the chase is over
Option B - Of course, today might be his lucky day
The poll was promptly mailed to about 30 friends.
A week later, this is what the responses look like
9 of the 12 women who responded voted for option A
5 of the 7 men who responded voted for option B
I am wondering now if all the women I know (myself included) are really this cynical…
I can only think of two possibilities are
Men are actually nice. Us women have become cynical
Men are deluded. They think they will call but won’t
My friend, on the other hand, thinks that women should be more liberal in giving out their numbers!
p.s. If anyone wants to see/participate in the poll, here are the links for men and women. It is the same question. But since I was too lazy to sign up for a proper free site that let me ask people multiple questions, just created one poll each for the demography I was looking at