When I was a kid, I remember my relatives and acquaintances telling my parents to teach me cooking at a early age to save themselves from a situation wherein my future husband and his family would blame them for marrying off their ‘good-for-nothing’ ‘can’t-cook’ daughter into their family. Since that day I hated cooking rather I hated the idea that I have to learn to cook for making somebody else’s life better. My hatred for cooking grew when I was compared with other girls who knew cooking and I was made to feel how ideal and superior they are than me. At some point I even felt I can never cook.
My mother never ever forced this kind of stuff on me because I was born premature (few weeks) and used to fall sick frequently as a kid. She considered my health as a priority and everything else was secondary to her. There is one more reason I feel, I am her only child. All these contributed to me not trying my hand at cooking until some time before.
Sometimes back my Mother fell sick and was advised complete bed rest for few weeks. So the responsibility of the household chores came on me with my Dad assisting me. My Mother refused help from some of our well wishers explaining that her daughter will manage. Thats how it all started. And now I feel I can manage to make myself a meal (a eatable one not a delicious one). I am still learning the art of cooking. However, there is a change of heart within me. Cooking is making me feel independent and I always wanted to be one. I no more hate Cooking.
Whether I master the art of cooking or not, one thing is sure I will tell my kid (no matter whatever be the gender) to learn cooking for themselves not for somebody else and would throw plates and glasses at my future husband if he says “Tumhare family ne tumhe Itna bhi nahi sikhaya” (pun intended).
Last Sunday I can proudly say I made myself a Pulao, Chicken Fry and Raitha. Kya Baat!! And the next day as I had digestive problems with my stomach and having nothing else to do I decided to write this stuff.
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Well I too was like this, just the difference that I had no reason to hate cooking. I just dint want to. For me the compelling reason to take up cooking was my daughter. We always brag about “Maa ke haath ka khana” and I realised if I don’t know cooking, what will my daughter think and talk about. It became a prestige issue (Just kidding). Nonetheless, of many others, cooking is one checklist in the process of being mother (my view)
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