July 21, 2010

7 Reasons Why I Don't Fancy Umbrellas In Rain

I don't fancy umbrellas because I love the rain, the way it comes.
It's been years I carried one during rainy season. I have no disliking towards umbrellas as I often use them during summers to protect myself from the scorching heat. But when monsoon arrives, I generally stay away from them. When the raindrops touch my face, I feel a high, comparable to vodka or tequila shots taken on a cold and breezy night!

Though the learned minds would tell you to always keep an umbrella handy, I can tell you some things to enjoy on a rainy day minus the umbrella:

1. If you are with your guy, chances are strong that however khadoos or unromantic he might be, he will get romantic after a walk in the rain. (Personal experience!)
2. There is no better time than this to grab the samosas/ pakoras with a hot cup of road-side chai (tea) after you are all drenched in the rain.
3. A ride on the bike in heavy showers could be really adventurous. (Safety of course is primary.)
4. Go for a movie and reach home late. No umbrella means "I had to wait till the rain stopped."
5. Can be a great time to bring your hidden feelings. Go PROPOSE. Even if you get a NO, you can safely cry in some corner. It's raining, so your tears are barely visible.
6. If you are at home, you can collect all the kids in the colony and make 'kagaz ki kashtiyan'. 
7. And this is my favorite reason: You can just feel yourself. PLAY, DANCE, DO WHATEVER on the street. People know it's the rain effect. ;)

Research says "Water molecules react to the environment. If you are happy, water will be happy too." But remember, if you become sad with rain. Try not to lock yourself in a room. GO out and FACE it!

Rain is for lovers, friends, kids, couples. The only sad part is the TRAFFIC!!! But even the umbrella can't spare you from the horror!

July 20, 2010

A Man Who Couldn’t Work And A Woman Who Couldn't Cook!


"Women can't cook to save their lives." Controversial British celebrity chef Gordon Ramsay said once in an interview to BBC that more men were learning what to do in the kitchen, while women were more likely to be able to mix a cocktail than cook.
It’s my third year of living in Delhi. When I first shifted to the capital in September 2007, I had no experience buying vegetables. And my cooking skills included boiling eggs and making tea. Thats about it. I lived alone in a small flat in Amar Colony surviving the heat and cold alike for more than a year. I never thought of getting a cook for myself.

Reasons:
1. Food was just a formality to show others I was human :)
2. Night Shifts —  Spoiled my face value and eating habits alike.
3. Money was definately a constraint.
4. And, the most important of all– I had to prove my family (specially my Mom, that I could cook!)

Every girl in almost all parts of this country is expected to be an average cook by the time she completes college. And here I was, didn’t know how to cook daal-chawal (Cooked rice and pulses) even after my PG and 2 years of job. I learned to cook only after living alone. I remember the half cooked rice and half-baked rotis I made initially. My mother was most concerned when I left home. She always asked–”So, what did you eat today? Momos!” After all, half of the hostelers in South Delhi thrive on them.

Now, I cook and cook quite okay. But the truth remains that I do not enjoy cooking. It’s an art, that I can only try to imitate but can’t enjoy. It can be a mechanical job if you don’t enjoy doing it. I am my sister’s biggest fan [for she is a food enthusiast and a great cook. Hope she's reading :D ] She has always been pushing me to learn cooking before I found a pit to fall (oops! I mean marriage). But I always declared, that I would either marry a guy who was less fond of eating at home or would help me in the cumbersome process. Mom always said: Where would you get such a guy?

And I always wondered that even as the biggest chefs in this country are males, the concept of ‘cooking’ at home is strictly associated with the female of the house. Women who either remain slow or incompetent after their marriages in this feat are considered lowly and not-that-great wives! I have inferred this over the years. But why are cooking skills a prerequisite for being a woman, specially when you are married. Can’t you be an average cook and still be a good wife. All you need is an understanding husband, who is not judgmental about your nature. After all, cooking is an art and anyone trying to do that may not reach the A+ level.

Many of my colleagues@work never brought their lunch from home, for their mothers/wives couldn’t get up early to cook. (My mother being the opposite kind. I never saw her missing the tiffin as long as I lived with her, except in extreme conditions ). But that’s normal. Isn’t it? I have heard people making fun and cracking jokes on women who can’t cook, at workplaces. What bothered me was the comparison between their mothers and wives. Every woman, working or housewife, is expected to cook and cook really well. Why? I ask? One of my school friend’s mother didn’t cook good. And that was the reason, she never called me for lunch. Amazing hun! :)

I observed this with many of my friends. They were embarrassed to admit: Their mothers couldn’t cook! We, the makers of this society, have made this the rule. If you are a woman. You ought to cook! If you can’t…you are lacking as a woman. :D

When it comes to men. Their life is no easy.

They can do if they can’t cook. Infact, there are men who shy away from sharing if they do. There’s a strange innuendo of machoism in saying that I can’t cook. (The picture has changed in the metros and to an extent in Tier II cities but most males want their better halves to cook). The picture is different when he’s around his female colleagues. And you know why! :)

For a man, it’s more essential to be working and being the bread earner of the family. A man, however benevolent he might be, earns no respect from the society if he has no money. Again, it’s the gender-biased society that has made these things so very acceptable. I remember my early days spent in Uttar Pradesh’s Ghaziabad district. Our then landlady’s eldest son used to stay in a separate room cut off from the large house and was deprived of all the comforts, available to his younger brothers. His children never played with him and neither was he seen at family functions. I was too young to know the reasons.

Recently realised, it was because he did not earn for the family. His kids were raised by the owner of the house, his mother. He was an irreverent man for everyone. He was just one among several like him in the Indian middle classes, where his manliness is directly associated with his ability to earn. What if a man didn’t want to work? Does that make him pansy? I find it hard to understand…

Everyone on this earth needs to eat, for which he/she/LGBT should cook. For cooking one needs money, that comes after hours of hardwork. So why to divide the roles as Cooking for Woman and Earning for The Man. Let there be a role reversal, let the person decide whether a woman cooks for fun or for family and a man earns due to compassion or compulsion. :) :)
  
I am waiting for some brickbats after this NERVE-WRECKING post!  :P… With Lots of  Love… From My Inner Voice

July 19, 2010

A Tweet To Kill

Blogging is no more personal. At least not on Twitter. The lines between personal and professional are blurring fast. Every time a colleague sends you an invite on a social network, you have no reasons to deny it (and somewhere in your heart you have second thoughts whether to add the person or not). Whatever you post at home, becomes a topic of discussion at workplace. Which most of the times is unwanted.

This just pisses you off. Why can't I have a complete personal profile! You may scream loud inside with a smile on your face. :)

You have no choice buddy! You can run, but you can't hide. I remember my previous boss asking me to follow him on Twitter and even as I readily became his follower. What 'followed' was unimaginable.

Two months after I started my blog, he walked up to me and said I had been blogging too much :D

As if, that was true! He must have been reading all my posts and it was more than clear, that I wanted to leave the job! Twitter just became a tool to point his fingers on me. I had seen seniors blogging and chatting on Facebook and Orkut during office hours, which I never approved of. But as they say, "The thief is the one, who's caught."

But sometimes, you just become a scapegoat! What happened with Shashi Tharoor is well known.