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Eater's dilemma

Just on the day when I made a curry in a hurry , forgot to put salt, worse, forgot to taste it, I got it to office and got to have lunch with a bunch of folks who believed in this ‘give-it-to-everyone, eat-from-everyone’ principle. A la potluck.
Thank God I had the sense to taste it before offering.
Once I realized it, I was in a catch 22 situation.
How could I take theirs if I can’t offer ?
But how could I stick out like a sore thumb without taking anything?
Giving or not giving is equal embarrassment.
Big deal!
Took a bit of K’s pongal, N’s chatney, V’s idly.
I didn’t offer mine. They didn’t ask. Did they feel offended?
What the hell ! sach bolne se kya nuksaan?
Me - “I’m becoming worse at cooking day-by-day. Forgot to put salt.”
N - “So you were good before?”
Me - “No. bad to worse”
N – “Oh! It is 0(zero) to – (minus) whatever. haha”
Everyone laughed.
S – “Time for you to get married”
Me – “What if she doesn’t know?”
Laughter again.
Now I wonder. Were they laughing at me? Here is a bugger who can’t manage to get the ideal Indian I-have-a-million-credentials gal who could do a godzillion number of things simultaneously – cooking being one primary ‘thing’.

Him – “I wouldn’t want anything to do with cooking. Seems boring.”
P – “Don’t you have something favourite? Wouldn’t you want to know how to make it? I guess you’d depend on your wife to make it.”
H – “Nah! I have no favourites. Am ok with eating anything. I wouldn’t expect my wife (if I were to marry) to know cooking. If she knows and wants to do it's fine.”
P – “How will you both survive if none of you cook?”
H – “We’ll go to hotels”
P – “Daily?”
H – “Yup. Daily. There are too many hotels to try from.”
P laughed.

Why does one look back at the past and think.How could I ever have made such a statement?

Comments

Anonymous said…
you shudnt make such statements, when women are ready to believe its their duty to cook
Nimitha said…
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Nimitha said…
laughing at my prev comment :)

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