Finding Grandma’s Secret

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“His recipes are charted among the freshest. His fusion curries bring patrons from all city corners together in his tiny restaurant.

A beat up car, a sizzling girlfriend, a trustworthy friend, and a jealous wealthy rival – Jai has everything a poor chef could ask for.

Everything, except his Grandma’s secret spices.

He had met his grandma only once, as a kid. And he still remembers the taste of a fresh clay baked bread soaked in spices that dripped from a single roasted green chilli.

Ever since the new World Chef contest was announced, he has been trying to reproduce that taste. From books to cuisines, from spices to oils, he has tried everything he knows, to no avail.

Now, with thirty days till the contest, he is contemplating selling the restaurant to his rival, and using the money to go find grandma, and get her secret spices.

There’s but one slight problem: his parents are long gone, and he has no idea where to find her in the vast lands of a South Asian country; or if she is even alive.

Will he risk everything that he has, to go find what only lives in his memory?

Will he be able to see his grandmother, get the spices, and come back in time for the contest?

Will he be able to keep his restaurant?

Follow his journey through land, spice, and memories to find out.”

(C) Prashant Chopra. Unpublished. 2014-2016.

What are you fighting for?

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“But there is suffering in life,” one of the listeners said.

“And there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it’s better to lose some of the battles in the struggle for your dreams than to be defeated without ever even knowing what you’re fighting for.”

Coelho.

Prisoners of Misery.

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Some people always have to be doing battle with someone, sometimes even with themselves, battling with their own lives. So they begin to create a kind of play in their head, and they write the script based on their frustrations.

Then they invite us to behave like victims, when they complain about the unfairness of life, for example, and ask us to agree, to offer advice, to participate.

– By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept.

Your Job is not your Work!

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“The job is what you do when you are told what to do. The job is showing up at the factory, following instructions, meeting spec, and being managed.

Someone can always do your job a little better or faster or cheaper than you can.

The job might be difficult, it might require skill, but it’s a job.

Your art is what you do when no one can tell you exactly how to do it. Your art is the act of taking personal responsibility, challenging the status quo, and changing people.

I call the process of doing your art ‘the work.’ It’s possible to have a job and do the work, too. In fact, that’s how you become a linchpin.

The job is not the work.”

― Seth Godin, Linchpin: Are You Indispensable?

For The Man Who is Redefining Democracy for Aristotle

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Don’t care if he doesn’t know the constitutional ways of the red tape.

Don’t care if he is acting out of bigger ambitions, and his real agenda is self fulfilment.

Don’t care if he is naive, manipulative, or an agent of the devil.

I believe in what he says he believes in.

I believe in his fallacies.

I believe in his cunning ways

I believe in his anarchist ideology.

I want to see him fail, but with a clear shot.

I endorse, in honest spirit, his efforts.

Against all odds, Arvind,

May you show history what blazing a trail is.

May you stay resilient in the face of a status quo system that has failed us.

May you fail too, but not without making every doubting Thomas and Harry face themselves first with a hard look, kind of like the ‘deikh le tu deikhte huye kaisa dikhta hai’ way.

You have my soulful support. And it will not deter. I may doubt your actions, even your intent; you may even lie. But just like the narcotic state of love, I surrender judgment and logic to this. Because I have experienced first hand how corruption distorts lives, kills fathers, dries mothers’ tears, mocks poverty, questions intent, throws bones.

May your cause win.