THE INTERN

                  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,