Sunday, January 13, 2019

Calling Names

What do you call that person who cooks the best when she has the least time to cook? And she has the time to taste the food only when she gets rave reviews about it? And when she has enough time to plan, execute and taste, it feels like something is missing. There should be some name because I'm that person. So it's a bit of a challenge to answer when somebody asks me if I'm a good cook. I'm forced to shrug my shoulders.

Call Me by Your Name reminds me of those many Forster + Merchant-Ivory movies(James Ivory only wrote the screenplay here).  May be the location or the way trees and ponds and nature in general are made part of the story and you feel they are trying to hint at something coming. But unlike there, in Call Me by Your Name society is not meddling with the lovers. There are not even prying eyes around. The only hints of trouble come from Oliver when he whispers to Elio, with nobody at earshot, that they just cannot talk such things and later in the end, over the phone, tells him that his parents would've put him in correctional facility if they came to know. Elio's parents on the other hand are heartbreakingly sensitive and supportive, almost too good to be true.

Why is Halubayi called so? Milk is not an ingredient in my recipe. Anyway, I'm going to make it tomorrow. I've never tried it before and the last time I ate it also was very long ago. I told my mother and she said it was one of her favourites as a child. Thinking of my grandmother and her place, I'm nostalgia personified now and it feels like I'm going to recreate a piece of history tomorrow. We'll see how that goes.


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