I am brain dead. My brain had been trying to assimilate Malayalam serials for the past few months, and it finally gave up. Blew a fuse, pulled the plug, hit the bucket, just like that.
How does serial watching affect your mental health??
Malayalam soaps subject the brain to extremes. The onscreen women are either epitomes of the Bharatiya Naari; the perfect daughter, wife and mother. Women who wear subdued makeup, only the revered thaali mala as jewellery, drape simple cotton sarees, cook and clean 24×7, and cry buckets and buckets of tears. Or they are women from the other end of the spectrum; the ultra rich daayans and yakshis who use bright red lipstick, flashy clothes and subject the aforementioned bharatiya naari to extreme torture and cruelty. They refuse to cook, bear children, respect in laws and their husbands are either hen pecked, spineless men or men who give up trying to tame them into the woman of their dreams (the woman of the their dreams being the aforementioned bharatiya naari) and leave them for good, much to the delight of the ladies and their like minded mothers.
When the writer is out of ideas, the following is a twist employed in almost all serials. The sobbing ladies (they are the good people, remember) are chased through forests and deserts in the dead of the night throughout the length of one episode. In the next episode, they are finally caught (because they couldn’t stay put in their hiding place) and are abused and insulted. In the third installment, they are torn apart with knives, drowned in the sea, burnt alive or force fed poison. While the viewers mourn in grief and hurl insults at the perpetrator of these heinous crimes, the lead character wakes up from her dream, sweat glistening all over her. Thus assuring all of us that the serial is not going to end anytime soon.
You can’t even sue these people for the way they play with our minds. Because they give you ample warning before a major heart wrenching twist is expected in the story. Does this sound familiar, “Lokam embadomulla malayali ammamarude sradhakaayi ……karayarude….” (Attention malayali “mothers” all over the world…Do not cry…)
The twists and turns hold the female audience captive from 6 to 10 in the evening. The men surreptitiously peek at the tv screen from behind their newspapers and big, fat books. Everyone says that there is no bigger nonsense than these shows, but no one has the courage to turn it off. The show goes on…and on…and on.
But in between, we do find gaps (to wipe those tears and catch our breath) in the form of cookery programs and the not so dramatic reality shows. The sausage bites I have here is based on a recipe from one such show on Asianet.
I am brain dead. My brain had been trying to assimilate Malayalam serials for the past few months, and it finally gave up. Blew a fuse, pulled the plug, hit the bucket, just like that. How does serial watching affect your mental health?? Malayalam soaps subject the brain to extremes. The onscreen w
To make batter
To make sauce
- Mix together all ingredients for batter with sufficient water. The batter needs to thin.
- Coat the sausages with the batter and deep fry till golden brown.
- To make the sauce, heat oil in a non stick pan.
- Saute onion, ginger and garlic for 4-5 minutes over low heat till onion has turned translucent.
- Add cashewnuts and fry for one more minute.
- Next, the chili powder, spring onions, capsicum, tomato sauce, chili sauce and soya sauce need to be mixed in.
- Pour in water and bring to boil. Add fried sausages and mix well. Add sugar. Do a taste test and season with salt and pepper as required.
- Roll them into rotis with some cheese for a quick lunch.
I need to go now. Time for Kumkumapoov!