What I did today
Woke up late. I listened to music till midnight yesterday and then started chanting. I don't know when i actually went to sleep. I woke up at 10 minutes to seven. Late. I had to be at work at 8:45. I intended to leave early and get there on time. My purpose was defeated when i sat in front of the Television. It is a time stealer. I am addicted to Sony Pix. Even when there is nothing interesting on tv, i wait hoping that the next program or the next song might be better. IT is the bane of my existence. I do not intend having a tv in my apartment. Let us see. hmmm.
I got to the office 15 minutes late. My colleagues were waiting for me. I felt like shit. Not that i know how shit feels. Lets us just say, that i felt bad. I shall try to be on time tomorrow.
My task for that morning was to meet, photograph and capture on video a man who owns a sweet shop. We were greeted at the gate by a very simple man in a simple trousers and a shirt. Style is not a word in his vocabulary or his wardrobe. He led us to the kitchen where the sweets are made. He led us up a path. The floor was wet, grimy and slippery. I don't know if it was from the rain last night but my first thought was, "how can they cook anything in this place?"
We passed two giant grinders. There was a man in a dhoti and a vest emptying the contents of one of the grinders. He looked dirty. Maybe he was just dark skinned. Maybe it was just the place. There was soot on the walls and the vessels were blackend with years of use behind them.
We walked into the kicthen. It was grimy and sticky. The men who worked there didn't look at all clean. Maybe they were clean but their appearance and attire did not give that impression. For one, i think people working in kitchens should not have any hair or pock marked faces. There was one guy with a large bulbous nose who deserves a facial especially to get rid of all those blackheads on his nose.
Anyways, there were three men concentrating on a red, semi-solid, slippery, aromatic concoction that was their speciality - Tirunelveli wheat halwa. It had to be stirred constantly to reach the right consistency. It required three men taking turns to keep stirring. We shot this and i was ready to leave.
We were led to another kitchen on the first floor. We were informed that the kitchen we saw first was the kitchen that has been in use for the last forty years. The kitchen in the first floor was brightly lit. The floor was dry. The tables were stainless steel and clean. There was no soot on the walls. The people working upstairs seemed cleaner. Is it because of the surrounding? The first floor was used for making north indian sweets.
Is this reflection of society. South indian sweet - grimy, old, unclean and unattractive. North indian sweet - new, clean and attractive.
I got to the office 15 minutes late. My colleagues were waiting for me. I felt like shit. Not that i know how shit feels. Lets us just say, that i felt bad. I shall try to be on time tomorrow.
My task for that morning was to meet, photograph and capture on video a man who owns a sweet shop. We were greeted at the gate by a very simple man in a simple trousers and a shirt. Style is not a word in his vocabulary or his wardrobe. He led us to the kitchen where the sweets are made. He led us up a path. The floor was wet, grimy and slippery. I don't know if it was from the rain last night but my first thought was, "how can they cook anything in this place?"
We passed two giant grinders. There was a man in a dhoti and a vest emptying the contents of one of the grinders. He looked dirty. Maybe he was just dark skinned. Maybe it was just the place. There was soot on the walls and the vessels were blackend with years of use behind them.
We walked into the kicthen. It was grimy and sticky. The men who worked there didn't look at all clean. Maybe they were clean but their appearance and attire did not give that impression. For one, i think people working in kitchens should not have any hair or pock marked faces. There was one guy with a large bulbous nose who deserves a facial especially to get rid of all those blackheads on his nose.
Anyways, there were three men concentrating on a red, semi-solid, slippery, aromatic concoction that was their speciality - Tirunelveli wheat halwa. It had to be stirred constantly to reach the right consistency. It required three men taking turns to keep stirring. We shot this and i was ready to leave.
We were led to another kitchen on the first floor. We were informed that the kitchen we saw first was the kitchen that has been in use for the last forty years. The kitchen in the first floor was brightly lit. The floor was dry. The tables were stainless steel and clean. There was no soot on the walls. The people working upstairs seemed cleaner. Is it because of the surrounding? The first floor was used for making north indian sweets.
Is this reflection of society. South indian sweet - grimy, old, unclean and unattractive. North indian sweet - new, clean and attractive.
posted by Chaani at 9:48 AM
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