Consider the previous post. Would I yearn for the food items listed, some day, when I look over my endless ode to self-absorption? I can’t answer that now, and therefore, I am asking, again, a rhetoric question. Free webspace brings out the worst in me, I’ve noticed.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am indeed a rather inhumane person. It makes me uncomfortable.
My mother had an epiphany today. She reckons all her grief stems from the kitchen. That we, that is to say the other members of the family, oppress her by expecting her to cook for us. I hate the kitchen too. I’ve noticed that when she isn’t around, and therefore there isn’t any compulsion to eat certain meals at certain times, I don’t eat at all. For days. Its only when I go out do I feel the need to stuff myself with food.
I was reading Adhe Adhure for the test yesterday (which, needless to say, was a complete washout). An almost unbearable exercise. The unfamily reminds me of mine. I like it when I’m left alone, rather than having to pretend otherwise.
Interesting…I hate kitchens in India, because they’re so small, dark, and usually dirty. They were designed for servants who cook, not for one who truly enjoys cooking, so I can see how your mother (or mine) might feel oppressed if she is asked to cook on a regular basis.
On the other hand, I love my kitchen in the US…partially because it’s the size of my living room here, but partially because it is so very conducive to cooking! I am fairly certain I would not have grown to love cooking if I’d stayed here in Calcutta.
Comment by Dave Chakrabarti — May 5, 2008 @ 9:55 am
My kitchen is airy, well-lit, and has gleaming granite work surfaces. The room in itself isn’t the problem as much as what it stands for.
Comment by epurazione — May 6, 2008 @ 11:56 pm
hoops says : I absolutely agree with this !
Comment by hoops — May 29, 2008 @ 10:26 am
Who decides what the room stands for?
Comment by Dave Chakrabarti — May 31, 2008 @ 3:02 pm
She did.
Comment by diviani — May 31, 2008 @ 8:00 pm