The author of this blog currently lives in a rented house in Chennai, and cooks by himself. Insignificant. Just saying.
Last week, I was talking to a friend of mine. She was telling me about her love, and the hurdles that she would have to cross, in order to manifest it. Things were hard for her, since she and her lover belonged to different castes. Not as hard as the dosas that I make, though. (Pointless reference. Sorry for that). But we just can’t love, taking all the other factors into consideration. Love just happens.
“What to do, I fell in love” -She said in a naive and funny way.
Her parents had already started the groom search for her. She didn’t show any sort of interest and her mother accused that something was wrong with this whole generation.
When I heard that, my immediate response was, “Every generation thinks that the previous one is outdated and the next one is immature”
After saying that, I felt highly overwhelmed by my own ability to say something like that, spontaneously. Or at least, I could pretend that way, till you find out the source from which I copied.
Later on, when I gave it a thought, I felt that there are a couple of things that I don’t like about our older generation.
First one is that, they are, tech retards, mostly. Sending a text message from a mobile is a huge task for them. Just like making a circle shaped dosa is for me. But technically speaking, all the dosas that I make are all circles. They are circles with different radii in different directions, I would say. And besides, in the Wikipedia definition of dosa, it has not been mentioned that dosas should always be perfect circles. So, I assume, the cook can have the liberty of choosing any shape that he or she wants. You people should have seen the one dosa that I made last week. In the shape of Africa. It was awesome!
Am I deviating from the topic here? Considering the kind of a ridiculous heap of sentences that this post is, I presume there is no such thing as deviation, mainly because there is no topic as such, to this post.
The second thing is that, the older generation is way too conservative. They stick to their principles, just like the dosas that I make stick to the pan, and refuse to come off in proper shape.
I don’t know if I have given you people a bad picture of my cooking. Whatever that I told you so far, are just minor glitches, that come along the way, during my usual routine of cooking dosas in the morning. I have done some fairly good work so far, and have received a decent amount of appreciation also. Last week, I uploaded a picture of the dosas that I cooked, in Facebook. After seeing that, my sister immediately sent me a text message. ‘hey, very nice Idlis you have cooked, there. Good effort. Even though the thickness is just perfect, the overall size should reduce. Take care’.
Not quite the kind of appreciation that I would have wanted. But still. Sigh.
So, that’s all about my life, at the moment. Adios.
Between, is any of the institutes offering a short term dosa making course or something? TIME, may be? No, not that I need it. It’s for a friend’s friend you know. It’s ok, if there isn’t any. I myself will give the poor chap a couple of lessons when time permits. That’ll do. That’ll do.
