There are less than a few reasons why some of
us join hotels…
1. You were an indigenous blend of ‘Einstein & Charles Darwin’ in school and realised
it soon that you can’t get through anywhere else
2. You love to put things in your mouth which
you can’t pronounce (and
assume that you are truly gifted…)
3. You love those celebrity chefs on
TV and for some reasons get infatuated by their white chefs coat & want to
wear one! (Don’t
blame the poor child, he hasn’t been exposed to the world of sunny leone as yet…..)
And worst of all!! Someone talked you
in to it and cursed you for a life time….. Misery loves company!
Well, I was
a cusp, never liked school, my report card always looked like a shade card of
Dulux Paints, I did love to watch chefs on TV (remember the show- Yan Can Cook),
Chef coats did infatuate me and sadly, soft porn came much later in life ……
What one doesn’t realise is that the
fancy chandeliers, the comfy duvets, the sterling silver and the delectable
cuisine is actually Not For You….you are just a guy
carrying all this ! And for those whose lone ‘ Raison D’etre ‘ was eating, will
find themselves hiding behind the gigantic dish washer nibbling on the left
over fries ( with ketchup, ofcourse! )…..
The internship or the industrial
training is the sole highlight in any hotelier’s career. It’s the first time
you get a sneak peak of a place which will make you feel at home for the next
six months ( that’s how long the internships are…) Oh ! & when I say feel
at home, I meant foster home…..
Based on your skill set, every one usually
gets bestowed upon a title within the first week. I was called a “Donkey’s Ass” …sounds quiet cute na !! Try reciting the
same in Hindi! (don’t recollect if it was a suffix or prefix )
Then begins, the “Training”…. On the very first day you are made to believe that
wearing onion rings ( with the skin, to be precise ) in both your ears would stop you from crying while you continue to peel a sack of them….so, I did…..! Did it work ?…..well,
try this at home & let me know…
The next big task awarded is the
cleaning of a walk in freezer of butchery
( it’s a haven for meat lovers )
And just when you are lost gazing at
the plethora of hanging carcass ( lamb,
cows, rabbits ) of all the lovely creatures, someone will lock you in & say….
enjoy the minus 16 degrees……..
You exit from the frozen corpse land and are greeted by a brigade of chefs as if you have just been baptised. And instead of the holy
wine, you are given a spoonful of something to taste! Now, Tasting for an intern is
like the highest mark of respect that anyone could ever give. So I
did….a spoonful of Jalapenos, pounded just for me……It’s almost like going
through hot flashes & menopause at the same time……. ( who the hell knows, what jalapenos are at 18 ! )
And that my friends, was the end of
day 1 of my internship in the glamorous world of hotels
P.S.- these days, the interns apparently have the right to complain ! You
actually cant make them work too hard either !
how boring is that,
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