Prabhnoor Narwan
Assistant Professor
University School of Business
Chandigarh University
Mohali
“I love you like a fat kid loves cake!” ― Scott Adams
Assistant Professor
University School of Business
Chandigarh University
Mohali
“I love you like a fat kid loves cake!” ― Scott Adams
Well, Scott Adams has been correct while producing this tempting quote. It reminds me of myself. Yes, being an Indian its quite tough to get over our masala food addiction. The title of my post takes me to my college days when I had to stay away from my family for about a month.
My best buddy "bread" use to be my companion in every food crime. We use to call ourselves "sinners", Ah! that's what our size zero models call it, if they consume more than "one calorie" in a day. Indian food can never be substituted unless you are living alone. Bread, yes, The English Bread can never let you down. I still remember how I fell in love with bread and butter in breakfast, bread and omelet for my lunch and to my Indian taste buds "Bhaaji and Bread(read pav)"
My mom use to remind me everyday about the "importance" of cooking for a "good" Indian girl. I was told, no matter how much you study or have a sound professional life, your personal life success is dependent on how well you cook!
Like every other girl I gave in, and joined baking classes(*wink*). Let me deviate from here a bit, "If you can't convince them, confuse them". OK, back on track, I some how was able to learn how to bake a few cakes and kept my chest inflated with pride, come on it was so English of me to know how to bake!
And the day came when a guy came to see(read judge) me with his "family"on their Indian parameters for matrimonial purpose.So, the first and the last question was about "cooking". I told him about my inflated baking skills and the whole family stood up and applauded. I knew I won the game. (sorry aalu gobi, it was my day...shhhhh).But then how can Indian mother-in-law not ask you about your "Indian" cooking skills to which I replied,"I am too ENGLISH for my food"(wink*)
My best buddy "bread" use to be my companion in every food crime. We use to call ourselves "sinners", Ah! that's what our size zero models call it, if they consume more than "one calorie" in a day. Indian food can never be substituted unless you are living alone. Bread, yes, The English Bread can never let you down. I still remember how I fell in love with bread and butter in breakfast, bread and omelet for my lunch and to my Indian taste buds "Bhaaji and Bread(read pav)"
My mom use to remind me everyday about the "importance" of cooking for a "good" Indian girl. I was told, no matter how much you study or have a sound professional life, your personal life success is dependent on how well you cook!
Like every other girl I gave in, and joined baking classes(*wink*). Let me deviate from here a bit, "If you can't convince them, confuse them". OK, back on track, I some how was able to learn how to bake a few cakes and kept my chest inflated with pride, come on it was so English of me to know how to bake!
And the day came when a guy came to see(read judge) me with his "family"on their Indian parameters for matrimonial purpose.So, the first and the last question was about "cooking". I told him about my inflated baking skills and the whole family stood up and applauded. I knew I won the game. (sorry aalu gobi, it was my day...shhhhh).But then how can Indian mother-in-law not ask you about your "Indian" cooking skills to which I replied,"I am too ENGLISH for my food"(wink*)
