The hand that rocks the ladle

I live in an ITC chummery. Getting here and staying here has been a battle in itself. The chummery comes with it's own help who go by the name Kailash and his side kick Bharat. The only problem is Kailash thinks he owns the house and we are his hired help :). The little man has rules about meals in that we must order it hours in advance. Woe betide the man who lands up for a meal unprepared cause the little man shakes his head in grief and expresses his inability to cook any food.

Anyway Mr. Kailash is one smart business manager cause we pay him a fixed sum per meal so if we do forget to tell him what to cook (he is a great cook), we are suprised by certain leafy vegetables and wierd looking forms of gourd which only he seems to know about. I infact have this sneaky suspicion that he makes them out of the plants around our building compound. We just shake our head when any of these things arrive and generally get him to make an egg Bhurji, which of course is an extra charge.

Last week, Kailash gave me a super duper smile and even good food unannounced, which was truly suspicious and then came the reason. Some bright person introduced the concept of a guestbook at the chummery with (hold your breath), a feedback column. If this were scrubs/Ally McBeal I would've probably rocked my head back and broken into maniacal laughter. However this is the man who cooks my food and you never know what could slip into your meal. Thumb rule: Never mess with the hand that rocks the ladle :).

Having gained my leverage, I have delayed my feedback giving for all of 3 weeks enjoying superior service and plan to push this advantage for as long as possible :D.

To better food
Hee Hee Haa Haa Haaa

- Pranay