Monday, February 8, 2010

Change. And you have precisely 6 months.

Those were the last few words of the head chef hovering in the mind of the newly joined cook of a star hotel. The cook went back to the kitchen thinking of the days when his recipes were the ones that pleased the taste buds of the kings and the queens of his era.

His aspirations were shredded into pieces like those tender chicken found in a soup. His dishes were no more considered as hot-selling stuff or the choice of the new-age globe-trotting someones.

Onions & potatoes were now competing with the gold rates, and the cook still dreamt of making onion salads... The head chef''s comments came like a monster that was waiting for his prey, he said, "Why in hell's sake don't you think big and different?" Unfortunately or fortunately, the cook had never in his life touched any of those biographies or success stories of the world's best chefs.

Whilst cutting the vegetables, the cook was wondering whether he should learn cuisines like Chinese, Thai, Italian, etc... And for some time he felt as if he was jinxed in a world that's null and void. He thought he existed in a vacuum space, where he saw the head chef criss-crossing a knife like the sword of a gladiator.

With a loud bang in his ears, the head chef's voice once again intruded like a drop of oil that was taking a roller-coaster ride in the water pool. The head chef said, "Today we are gonna surprise our customers with the dishes that delighted the orient world." The cook still perplexed in his thoughts; as to why was one forced to eat something that someone had liked somewhere.

This thought kept coming in his mind very often, and the day it burst like a volcano, he decided to call it off and get out of the delusions that overpowered his courage & beliefs. He went on and walked the path, which was not the eleventh commandment imposed on him...

And never mind, if it took 6 months or 6 years to reach somewhere...

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