For a long time I had maintained that being a house wife is no simple job. It is the most difficult and thankless job in the world. And then I got the chance to experience it first hand.
Last night my mom called me and told me she was not well. She was running fever and had severe body ache. I gave her medicines and then went back to my room.
Today morning when I woke up at 06:00 am I realised that my mom has not come downstairs which meant that she was not well.
So I decided to experience how it feels like doing the house hold chores all by yourself.
I first filled up our over head tank with the supply water. Then went into the kitchen to see that the sink had a lot of utensils waiting to be cleaned. So I decided to clean them myself. This is something I have never done at home. It was actually fun to do so. But I seriously got tired.
Then I swept the floor with a broom and then mopped it. In the mean time my brother woke up and I sent him upstairs to clean the rooms.
Downstairs I filled up the filter with water and the bottles with filtered water and placed them in the fridge. Then found clothes waiting to be washed. So filled water in the washing machine and washed the clothes.
In the mean time my mother came downstairs and went straight to the kitchen as my dad and uncle were to go to office and breakfast was to be made for them.
So I and my brother decided to make it. I cut the potatoes and tomatoes and my brother cooked a simple potato dish. Then came the real challenge. Cooking chapattis. Neither of us had ever done it before. The dough was already prepared so my brother started to make the chapattis and I baked them. Well not a single became circular in nature but we enjoyed making them.
Then I gave breakfast to all and eventually brother went upstairs.
Now mom asked about the lunch and I decided to make it myself.
So here I was who had never really cooked any food and I was determined to make it this time.
First I made the easiest of them all. DAAL.
Then the next easy stuff, RICE.
Then I baked PAPADs. In fact I burned them. Out of the five I baked four caught fire at various places and some were reduced to ash at places which I had to separate to make the rest edible.
Finally the toughest of them all. FISH CURRY.
Of course I couldn't have made them without my mom's guidance. She told me exactly what to do and I went about doing it. The potatoes were sliced in such shapes that amoeba would be put to shame. The sequence of components that was supposed to go into making the curry went horribly wrong. I was to put the potatoes first and then the spices and I did exactly the opposite which my mom figured out sitting at a distance of over 20 ft and that too without seeing. She just smelt it. Anyways the final outcome was , EATABLE. But now I know if ever I am abandoned by my mom and wife, I would not die eating maggi (that was the only thing I could make till today).
Over all the day was fun filled and exhausting. The dinner is being made by my mom as she says she is better now and doesn't want me to mess up the entire kitchen again.
A few minutes back I went to the kitchen only to hear my mom grumble about the misplaced spices and mustard oil in the jar meant for refined oil. (In the morning I filled up the jar without noticing that it contained some refined oil. Probably thats why the daal had a strange smell which everyone felt but no one complained about).
A few things I know now.
1. I can challenge any god damned MAN to become a house wife for a couple of days before saying that being a house wife is an easy job. Trust me fellas, it is not easy at all.
2. I can cook. Atleast enough to survive.
3. Congratulations to my wife; I can cook atleast a couple of things. !!!
4. I had a great learning experience.
Last night my mom called me and told me she was not well. She was running fever and had severe body ache. I gave her medicines and then went back to my room.
Today morning when I woke up at 06:00 am I realised that my mom has not come downstairs which meant that she was not well.
So I decided to experience how it feels like doing the house hold chores all by yourself.
I first filled up our over head tank with the supply water. Then went into the kitchen to see that the sink had a lot of utensils waiting to be cleaned. So I decided to clean them myself. This is something I have never done at home. It was actually fun to do so. But I seriously got tired.
Then I swept the floor with a broom and then mopped it. In the mean time my brother woke up and I sent him upstairs to clean the rooms.
Downstairs I filled up the filter with water and the bottles with filtered water and placed them in the fridge. Then found clothes waiting to be washed. So filled water in the washing machine and washed the clothes.
In the mean time my mother came downstairs and went straight to the kitchen as my dad and uncle were to go to office and breakfast was to be made for them.
So I and my brother decided to make it. I cut the potatoes and tomatoes and my brother cooked a simple potato dish. Then came the real challenge. Cooking chapattis. Neither of us had ever done it before. The dough was already prepared so my brother started to make the chapattis and I baked them. Well not a single became circular in nature but we enjoyed making them.
Then I gave breakfast to all and eventually brother went upstairs.
Now mom asked about the lunch and I decided to make it myself.
So here I was who had never really cooked any food and I was determined to make it this time.
First I made the easiest of them all. DAAL.
Then the next easy stuff, RICE.
Then I baked PAPADs. In fact I burned them. Out of the five I baked four caught fire at various places and some were reduced to ash at places which I had to separate to make the rest edible.
Finally the toughest of them all. FISH CURRY.
Of course I couldn't have made them without my mom's guidance. She told me exactly what to do and I went about doing it. The potatoes were sliced in such shapes that amoeba would be put to shame. The sequence of components that was supposed to go into making the curry went horribly wrong. I was to put the potatoes first and then the spices and I did exactly the opposite which my mom figured out sitting at a distance of over 20 ft and that too without seeing. She just smelt it. Anyways the final outcome was , EATABLE. But now I know if ever I am abandoned by my mom and wife, I would not die eating maggi (that was the only thing I could make till today).
Over all the day was fun filled and exhausting. The dinner is being made by my mom as she says she is better now and doesn't want me to mess up the entire kitchen again.
A few minutes back I went to the kitchen only to hear my mom grumble about the misplaced spices and mustard oil in the jar meant for refined oil. (In the morning I filled up the jar without noticing that it contained some refined oil. Probably thats why the daal had a strange smell which everyone felt but no one complained about).
A few things I know now.
1. I can challenge any god damned MAN to become a house wife for a couple of days before saying that being a house wife is an easy job. Trust me fellas, it is not easy at all.
2. I can cook. Atleast enough to survive.
3. Congratulations to my wife; I can cook atleast a couple of things. !!!
4. I had a great learning experience.
