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What the hell do you actually mean?

Boss

The English are so polite that it sometimes takes them 2 minutes to ask for something – ‘would you be kind enough to pass the salt’ vs. ‘pass the salt’. One can easily code that as the ‘politest’ way of asking for salt. I just feel they were exposed to elaborate vocabulary since they were in kindergarten and they can make the most derogatory things sound charming.

Either that or they are just good at masking the reality well and confusing the hell out of others. The translation guide below serves as a reference point for anyone visiting England.

So, I was wondering if there could have been parallels to this in India and I decided to attempt this for the Indian corporate world. In general, an Indian boss would never mince words and exactly say what he wants to say. But, there are days when he tries to play nice, because there is some foreigner in the office and he cannot be seen as a typical Indian boss. In any case, an Indian subordinate always knows when he is being tricked.

What do you think?

 

Curry and cultural learning

Cauliflower Curry

So, before all my Indian friends read this and ask me ‘when did you turn British?’, let me clarify that I do know that ‘curry’ is a short term for vegetable in South India (karigai) and ‘any Indian dish with gravy’ in North India (otherwise also referred to as x masala, y masala, z curry and so on). Ideally, that is how it is defined in the dictionary as well – ‘a spicy dish of oriental, esp Indian, origin that is made in many ways but usually consists of meat or fish prepared in with curry seasoning or sauce’.

So, if I were to randomly suggest ‘let’s go for a curry’ in India, someone may misconstrue this as vegetable shopping and wonder why I invited them for the same. Or, they may ask ‘which curry do you want’. But, the answer I doubt would be ‘which curry place should we go to?’.

In London however, if I were to suggest curry, I’d be whisked off to Brick lane before I knew it. We may land up ordering Tandoori chicken or chicken tikka masala with naan and definitely, going by what I grew up with, this is in no means curry.

All this just made me wonder how on earth curry became the National dish of Britian. So, I looked up the history of curry in Britain and found this interesting article. Some snippets here.

As reported in the BBC News, the British have fancied Curry for more than 200 years now. “Indian dishes, in the highest perfection… unequalled to any curries ever made in England.” So ran the 1809 newspaper advert for a new eating establishment in an upmarket London square popular with colonial returnees. Diners at the Hindostanee Coffee House could smoke hookah pipes and recline on bamboo-cane sofas as they tucked into spicy meat and vegetable dishes. This was the country’s first dedicated Indian restaurant, opened by an entrepreneurial migrant by the name of Dean Mahomed.

Peter Groves, co-founder of National Curry Week, which started on Sunday, says the Western taste for spicy foods developed centuries earlier. “All the spices of the East came back with the people who fought in the Crusades.” The lucrative spice trade prompted various European powers to establish their presence in India, either through trading companies or colonisation. This “masala” of cultures, and the Mughal conquest of India, resulted in hybrid creations, including Persian-inspired biryani and vindaloo, a Goan version of a Portuguese meat dish.

Indians tend to label dishes by specific names like korma and dopiaza. “Curry is a catch-all term,” says Dr Lizzie Collingham, author of Curry: A Tale of Cooks and Conquerors. “It’s easy shorthand for ‘what Indians eat’.”

Thanks to the British, the rest of the world or atleast Europe refers to any Indian food as Curry. Anyway, what does all this have to do with cultural learning. Going back and forth between Austria and London, I can’t tell you how much I miss the simple home cooked Indian curry. Far from the greasy, partially sweet, cashew gravy stuff they call Curry in London and the oily, fake garam masala heavy Curry I tried once in Austria.

In general, I cannot cook to save my life. Well, that’s what people at home (Mumbai) always told me. If anything can drive me to the kitchen, to cook a simple Indian curry, its the food in this part of the world. And, that has brought about a miraculous change in my cooking skills. I am not saying this. My Czech and German friends, who sampled my Indian cooking in Austria, think I’m the Jamie Oliver of India. True. That was one session a couple of months ago. It gave me hope that there would be other Austrians, happy to lend their kitchen for an experimental cooking session. That way, I get my home cooked meal and they get a taste of the real curry.

Photo credit: vegetarianzest.blogspot.com

After 3 months of constant search, I’ve managed that finally. But wait, here is the surprise. 2 British. 1 Australian. 1 Malaysian. 1 Venezuelan. 1 Czech. Confirmed. Funny that I couldn’t get 1 Austrian to confirm for a ‘Curry night’.

When I mentioned this to my friends back home, they said ‘what the hell is a curry night? Get the hell out of Austria and come home for some good food.’

When I mentioned this to a friend in London, he asked me innocently ‘Why? Don’t the Austrians like Curry?’. And, I thought to myself ‘Well, I don’t think the issue is with Curry. I just think the Austrians don’t like socializing’.

But hey! I think if I make a beer flavoured curry, I’ll have a few Austrians signing up for sure.

My first Autumn

Till 2010 – Life in India – All year one season – Summer.

February – What’s the weather like Ninja?
Ninja – Hot

June – What’s the weather like Ninja?
Ninja – Hot as hell

October – What’s the weather like Ninja?
Ninja – Sultry and hot

2011 – Life between London and Austria – Slowly getting into the seasons.

March – What’s the weather like Ninja?
Ninja – Bloody Cold. I even saw snow.

June – What’s the weather like Ninja?
Ninja – Still cold for me. A bit of rain every once in a while. Do something about the wind in London please.

September – What’s the weather like Ninja?
Ninja – I took the day off. I saw the sun today.

Irrespective of the cold, I’m actually living in a country where ‘hot, hotter and hottest’ isn’t the only weather. You get the drift. I was also given the advice that there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes. I eagerly wait for the winter.

Anyway, today, I collected my first autumn leaves. Anyone from home wants letters with pressed autumn leaves, let me know. Fresh from Fuschl press.

Unexpected attractions make a City

Last weekend, I was just checking out Timeout London and stumbled upon something incredible – ‘Films on Fridges’. The name caught my eye immediately. How many of you guys are aware (for the ones not living in London) that there existed a 20 ft. mountain of fridges in Hackney, East London. Such unexpected attractions make a city. And sometimes, unfortunately, they disappear.

The project was inspired by the disappearance of this East London’s ‘Fridge Mountain’ – an enormous pile of discarded fridges which previously occupied the London 2012 Olympic site. Towering and vast, the largest ‘Fridge Mountain’ in all of Europe became a bizzare sculpture in the East London landscape.

When the site was cleaned up in 2005, no one really knew where the fridges really went. Recently, some of them have returned as a part of this film screening event ‘Films on Fridges’. The project has actually picked up fridges from Wales, used duct tape to put them together and created a memorable setting. Fitting with the Olympic theme, they are airing sports themed films here. Well, I don’t think they are really using the fridges as screens.

Either way, this just got me thinking about the unexpected attractions that really make up a city and what would happen if they were taken away.

Can you imagine Mumbai without the Dhobighat?

Or, Rio without Escadaria Selaron – The famous steps made out of tiles from around the world, created by a Chilean artist.

Think about these places in your cities and see how you can keep them alive forever. Remember – they are a part of the soul of your city.

The biggest predicament of living outside India

Flashback – So, I’ve always had these friends from childhood, school, college, work who all disappeared from India one by one. They went to study abroad, work abroad, marry abroad or just live abroad. Friends in New York. Friends in London. Friends in even Azerbaijan. The charm of going abroad was quite a bit, especially for the South Indians. All I remember was farewells as they all left home. I had never even set foot outside India when some of my friends left for good.

Then, I spent all these years envious of those who had the opportunity to live in London or New York. After all, it is so much closer to Europe and South America. I had this vision of them traveling all the time, almost with a backpack surgically attached to their shoulders. I had a vision of them drinking coffee in little backpacker hostels and missing buses and chatting up immigration officials and trying a folk dance or two. It was all my dream. In reality, I don’t know if many of them set foot outside their city.

I struggled saving money to travel to lands far far away. I made elaborate plans to maximise my time away and squeezed in holidays between 2 media plans at work. But, I managed. Somehow, managed to travel and explore the world. I surprised myself with everything I saw. The last 5 years, living in Mumbai and exploring the world every other month was the best part of my life.

Fast forward to now – I moved from India to UK and Austria. And, you would be surprised how much of the world I’ve managed to see living here. Nothing. Nada. I’ve taken flights from London to Salzburg and back and the occasional miserable transit via Frankfurt, with rude immigration officials. This is the perfect living example of taking the place you live for granted. So, that’s reason 1 to be disgusted with myself, almost because I am letting work overtake my life and losing my fervour to explore the world with it. I have only myself to blame for it. I somehow need to get out of this inertia.

The second reason is not me. It’s Indians in general. From the time I have moved here, the only thing I hear from any of my friends around me is ‘when do you plan to go back home?’. Haven’t you already thought about booking your flights to India. Come on, I just got here and you already want me to go back home for a holiday.  My inlaws visited us. My mom is coming over next month. I skype at the drop of a hat. My closest friends from Mumbai have all either visited me or planning to visit me in London. What is the need to go back? I was thinking about Jamaica or Cuba or the Greek Islands.

So, now it has all fallen into place. The biggest predicament of living outside India is the pressure to visit India and give up the world. I shall not succumb. I am glad the realization set in at such an early stage. Thank you friends.