I wonder

Have you noticed the increase in use of pseudo scientific terms like ‘pentapeptides’ and ‘pro-xyleneTM (L’Oreal) containing cellular nurturing’, ’serum and amino complex’, etc ? Is the intention education of the general public so we have informed choice or to leave us so bewildered that we’ll  just pick the one with the most complex sounding name, I wonder. Me, I like stuff that smell good and come in pretty colours.

Food glorious food!

So, there we are, watching Jamie O lisping his way around some mouth watering recipe or the other, and SK and I are hooked. We fancy ourselves to be amateur cooks and have a whole lot of passion coupled with somewhat dubious ability. As Jamie ‘drizzled’ about a 1/2 litre of extra virgin olive oil on the baby potatoes roasted with rosemary and garlic, throwing in words like ‘delish’, ‘propah’ ,’cracker’ and ’shove it’ (in the oven, he means) as he throws in the ingredients with practised ease, SK and I are transported into a world with a rustic oven in a huge country home, with a lovely garden where most of the said ingredients grow……..Sigh!

Uh, anyway, so we run into the kitchen  holding a list of the ingredients all pumped with energy similar to dear Jamie and I look through the stuff in our pantry (fancy word for 2-3 shelves haphazardly filled with assorted condiments). Right, so we have …this…yeah and a little of …that….OK….some of that…..right. Alright then, we have all the necessary ingredients. To make sambar. Or rasam. 

I mean who has loads of different herbs with pretty names to just toss around, litres of  extra virgin olive oil (I never got that virgin bit. The term extra virgin just cracks me up), an oven large enough to fit me in, fancy kitchen aides that can squeeze, sieve, mash, pound, filter, blend, extract juice, blanch and so on? So, in order to save a few pounds and a trip to the market where we will invariably spend money on other useless stuff, we made sambar. With potato fry. Whoo hoo. Tasted good, that! ‘Real good nosh’.

What a fantastic philim

The husband and I watched this movie called Pazhani yesterday. It was a laugh riot, never mind that the versatile director set out to do a serious comershial philim. The dialogues actually rhymed! I can practically see the over-tasked, omnitalented director/screenplay writer/dialogue writer/cameo role actor book a room in some obscure hotel in some hill station so that nothing will come in his way when he tries to rhyme palani wih elani, aaru -theru -moru-beeru, alai-thalai-malai. etcetera etcetera. I am sure he is exhausted now and is taking a well deserved break after inflicting this monstrosity on us unsuspecting viewers. But to be fair, we should have read the signs to flee for our sanity when the title was Palani (not pazhani), Commercial Panchamritham.

Interesting format this. Hero in prison, fight, song. Hero comes out of prison. Fight, emotion, song. comedy (!) track, meets heroine, song. Serious story, emotion, several fights, and song  hero meets heroine. ‘Palaniappa, gnana palam neeappa, nee vaikkum aapu serithan appa’ endra thathuvam miguntha paadal in background after every RHYMING punch dialogue.

Climax fight, serious over acting, spew of dialogues, and hero back in prison again!!! End of story. I am never eating panchamritham again. Fillums like this should come with health warnings akin to those on cigarette packets.

Statutory warning: Extremely crap movie. Risk of losing konjam namjam marbles. Also, dialogues rhyme.