This is a piece of writing which i was to write looooong back about the cooking ......

I wrote ..erased...wrote...erased...wrote...erased....thinking - what if i hurt someones feelings??...

but keeping in mind about everybodys feelings and the facts.... i finally decided to write....

I am always indirectly proved that i am not a good cook. And here are the list of the things that have proved me a bad cook in my sasural..........

I make parathas in a triangular shape - does that mean i do not know how to cook?

My dal is a bit more watery than what is prepared in my sasural- does that mean i do not know how to cook?

The Poha ( battetapawa) , i prepare it in gujarati style, which has sugar in it.

( its simply not liked )- does that mean i do not know how to cook?

A few curries like; bhindi and karela, I deep fry them and then add masala to it, ( this is immediately rejected during preparation itself , saying - sooooo much oil???,This one incident was enough to make me famous all around )-does that mean i do not know how to cook?

And the worst one is yet to come- My idli sambhar is never liked!!!!! After staying 25 years in Cochin,Kerala, I DONT KNOW HOW TO PREPARE IDLI SAMBHAR?????? Sounds funny na?Now what do i say on this? I honestly feel that my sambhar is awesome , to prove myself right- all i can say is the number of recipe i have been asked for it-

But even after all this, i still feel the mistake is mine- I prepared right dish in the wrong time.

Unlike others,I am bought up in between beautiful Gujarati families, Lovely Tamilians, Malayalees and Konkanis , and really very nice Christian and Muslim families.

I have tasted varieties... and always love trying new tastes.

But the good thing is ,whenever we have a family get together, i am either doing baby sitting, or serving food. But at the end of the day, I am a human being with feelings - it hurts, Ouch!

loooooong time...........

After a long time , coming back to my Blog.



Lots of things happened in these many months!!!

• Had a beautiful trip to south-just me and my daughter-met all my old and Gold friends, right from my school and college.




• Just 2 days after our reaching back to Delhi , got a disheartening message that my Mother In Law had left for the heavenly abode.
  
  


• Vishal changed his job, shifted to Lucknow.




• Decided to pursue my MBA, and appearing for exams this January ,!st Semester.

Got the internet connection at home, and finally back to my blog.

so here is my other piece of writing which i was suppose to write loooooong back...

My first cooking classes

Whenever I think back of the home atmosphere during my college days, I see my angry mothers face. WHY? Being after me all the time to take cooking classes from her. And me? Always had dozens of excuses. But could not find any, during vacations. Therefore, I had no other option but to go into the kitchen, and luckily my friends would call and I would hang over the phone for hours. Once, she scolded me while my friend being on the other end. (It was absolutely fine if it were girls, but in front of boys its really embarrassing, “apni bhi toh koi reputation hai”)
I never remember my mom beating or even scolding me during my school days. Now, what is this? Why is she behaving like this to me? Is there something wrong with me or with her? I need to talk with her and I DID!
She told me why I should learn cooking. (To cut the story short, she wanted me to get lots of appreciation from all the members from my in laws side, whom neither did she know nor did I. It made absolutely no sense to me, but only to keep mummy happy I agreed. But yes, I had my own terms and conditions-
I would not cut the onions, ladies finger and green chilly.
I would not touch, those used kitchen napkins, and I wanted a fresh set.
I would not enter the kitchen before and after 10. (As I was in the habit of sleeping early and waking up late!!!)
With these conditions and with lots of If’s and But’s I passed out the cooking course, judge being my Papa dear, (Who always supported me).
Only to keep my parents happy, I started preparing dinner daily. In addition, I still remember my father complimenting me for making neater, quicker and tastier food than my mummy. What more could I ask for? Heee heee…
Even after all this, mama was not very happy; she had plans to give me further more classes. However, I very cleverly with the help of Papa, got out of her web.
I made reasonably very good, simple home made food. Moreover, I was very happy with it, unaware of the fact that this was not enough to impress my to-be in-laws family.
(I was only an expert in simple homemade food- Dal, rice, chappati and curries.)
What do u feel must have happened after I got married? Did I miss my mummy; did everybody in my new family appreciate me? SUSPENSE!! Wait for my next piece of writing………

Being superstitious…


While teaching my students at home, I just happened to cut the nails of my daughter, which was troubling her.
While I was cutting her nails, one of the student of third Std.inturrupted…. Madam, why are you cutting her nails TODAY? I surprisingly asked her the explanation. She immediately replied- today is Tuesday. SO WHAT? I asked, then she explained that we should not cut the nails on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Moreover, we should not cut and wash the hair on Thursdays. To her reply, I just blinked my eyes ;(
Was the little girl conveying a message to me? Alternatively, am I trying to convey some message to the readers?

A great listner

My baby, Anvesha, has the good judgment of around 10-12 songs. I mean to say that, she has a good idea about dhun round. I hardly finish humming the first line and she identifies the song, very easily. I feel it’s amazing, as she is just 20 months old.
I make her observe at home for around 15 to 20 minutes daily, which she enjoys a lot.
I even thought of giving her a professional training, but giving it a second thought.
Is she too small for the vocal classes? Or is this the right age to go for it?

Thats Smart.........

Now, here is something that I experienced last week and many other parents too must have gone through such happenings.
I, along with my husband and 20 months old baby went for a movie Tare Zameen Par last month.
Now the interesting part is, last week while doing my laundry, I was just singing the title song of TZP, and suddenly, my baby came to me and said, “ ishaan “. I could not understand what she wanted to say, (as she is just learning to speak) and neglected it, and got back to work again. Again that evening, while cooking, I sang the same song, and she repeated the same word “ ishaan “, I asked her, what? She said, “ Ma, Ishaan Bhaiya “. (as she is in the habit of saying bhaiya and didi to everyone.) It was only then when I realized that it was the name of the main child artist in that movie..I was really really surprised,and the reason of me being surprised was that - Throughout the movie, our baby was either busy munching popcorns or sleeping. I guess, not even for a minute did she watch the movie carefully, except for the songs.
Now is this power of subconscious mind?
I guess, these days’ children are born with an electronic chip in their brains. What say?