Spicy Rasam

Not a cooking or food blog! I just share what's cooking in my mind.

“Welcome aboard !!” I’ve heard these words many more times than the word ‘Mom’ in the last one month. “I feel very much welcome. Now, please start treating me like the working class”, I screamed silently, every time I heard those words.

CompanyX is one of the most successful companies in India. Well, to be precise, it belonged to the IT industry that gained most from the globalization in the 80s. I was thrilled to be placed in such a dignified and respectable organization. I belonged to the non-IT (everything other than software-related work) field. I was glad that I was going to be part of the “brand”.

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Being part of the “brand” means getting a free ticket of approval in the south Indian community. When someone asks me what I do for a living, all I have to say is “I work in CompanyX”. Trust me! No one would ask me to elaborate on what I do for a living. It was considered indecent (Like hell! No one wants to reveal that they have no clue about the IT industry. The elderly south Indian is a know-it-all when it comes to IT and not knowing anything…. ANYTHING AT ALL… is considered dumb.) Before I got a job in CompanyX, some more questions will follow “Where do you work?”, like “as what?” and  “Oh! What do you do?” They are apparently fine being ignorant of all the other “non-IT” things, and are in a state to enlighten themselves about the non-IT industry. But not with IT. When it comes to IT, they know everything (So they claim).

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‘Cause they will find you and they will ask you a ton of questions!!!!

My recent conversation with a distant uncle went like this:

“Gayathriiiiiii!!!

I saw you when you were thissss small!! How big you have become!”

I had a baby! Now this is cruel, I thought.

“Where are you nowadays? You never call!”

what’s your name again?

“So, are you working?”

“yes uncle!” I replied

“where?”

“CompanyX”

“Oh! Good, good! Very good!”

Glad to have made you proud, I thought.

“Ok then! See you later! Keep in touch! Bye!” he said and left.

Seriously!!! “CompanyX” the word is enough???? I thought.

He does not even care what my designation at work is. I guess, even an office boy, a gardener, or gate security can proudly say “I work in CompanyX !” and people would go “Oooooooooohhhh! Good, good! Very good!!”

So, I am inside CompanyX. I come by CompanyX bus, I carry an CompanyX ID card, I swipe CompanyX swipy things. I guess I officially work here. Well! Not in the inherent meaning of the word work. I come and sit on the chair/desk that is allocated to me and log in to the computer that again is allocated to me.

I am not working. No kidding! I am really not working. Don’t get me wrong. I still get paid, but I am not working. In IT industry, this status is called “bench”. This is in the literal meaning of the word “benched”. You wait your turn, you rest your bottom on the bench till you wait. So if anyone asks you “What project are you in?” (a very typical question among ITers, I have come to know). You say “I am on bench”. Hey nothing to be ashamed of here. The company hired you and they do not give you work. Now is that your fault? Of course not.

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Leave him be people!!! just let him sit!!

You might think. ‘how nice! I can be happily not-working. How wonderful!’

Well imagine this! I come to office. I have my breakfast. I log in. I check mails. I browse. Feel bored. Browse more. Go have tea. Browse. Have lunch. Browse (by browse, I mean browsing the internet!! I am clear right? Fine! God! Sorry for interrupting your read). Feel bored. Get headache because of feeling bored. Get inside bus. Go home. And do the same thing all over again the next day. Jolly good day. Isn’t it?

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Before entering the golden IT industry, I never understood the bench concept. That was until I myself was exposed to the slow-killing “bench”. And I do not understand the easy-going attitude of people who are benched. Poor chaps. Routine leads to habit and habit leads to forgetting things that are not habitual.

You might wonder what the hell I am talking about! Bench seems like a great time to improve yourself, create the next version of you. Right? Wrong…. Here’s why! The result of my pondering during my freeee time. Right now I have no clue as to how to use the time I have at hand. I feel like going home and doing some chores cause there I HAVE work. How long do you think I can hold on to this sphere of uncertainty. Soon enough my head will think of a way to get me out of this sphere.

I would begin to create weird routines to fulfill my workly yearnings. And this Indeed will lead to some amount of “work” satisfaction. Well! What else will my head do? Uncertainty is definitely not something it wants to deal with.

Ok! Now the routine is formed. And my head is happily getting accustomed to it (project version 2 is on people!!!!). Unlearning the “organized work” and learning to deal with the new-found freedom. Now when suddenly, from “out of nowhere” I get work. Damn! Now what would I do? I had already done the needful and forgotten how to work, so that I can sit without losing my mind on my “bench”. Tricky question right?

Many from the working class (people who have never been benched or benched only for like a month) would disagree. “they were without work no? until now! Why can’t they work now! These people are useless! Wasting away office money” they’d complain.

Now no one thinks about the transition that is expected from them. You see! Shifting from one type of a work to another is not a very hard one, whereas shifting from non-work to work is not that easy.

Now the poor was-a-bencher will have to gear up and adapt to the new routine. Not all people will fare well in this transition. Some would just bail out owing to fear.

And this fear or taking time to adjust is considered “bad” by the working class (people who have ton of work and have forgotten their bench period).

A very unhealthy situation! Don’t you think? Now should we treat the was-a-benchers with special attention and give them time and space to accustom to the new-found work? Or should we consider the working class’s point of view? (let’s face it, they are the revenue generators; well literally) and drop the was-a-benchers from mountain high, hoping they will learn to fly before hitting the ground?

Harsh decision for a decision maker. Isn’t it?

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It’s a good thought to ponder. I am in no position to explore or research this topic.

It’s time the big heads put their heads together and think of a solution to this matter. After all “idle minds are devil’s workshop”.

And People wonder why people in IT industry are stressed! Stress is our middle name people! Stress is our middle name!!!

I am just penning a happy feeling as I was taking a stroll through a park near my home….here goes…

night sky

Little stars shining,
Little lights smiling at me,
Beautiful moon light spreads a cooling blanket.
I walk along with my shadow,
Forgetting to feel lonely.
Lovely it is,
This lovable piece if time.

“Keep your options open”, Now this is a very common phrase nowadays right?. This phrase has become so common that my friend’s 5 -year old daughter told me “I’ll tell you aunty! it is either Dora, frozen, or brave. I can’t decide now! keeping options open”. She was talking about her birthday cake.

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Its confusing! so I like to procrastinate……

We love options. The more the merrier. In fact we would even love too many options and the chance to select the one we want, no matter how much time we spend on selecting.

I think it is justified when I say we are the “Option generation”.

Let’s face it! We were born with options. Actually, probably, we were given options even before we were born. “Natural labor? Epidural? Cesarean? Full anesthesia? Part anesthesia?

My mom was so confused when trying to select. “Why are they asking us? Can’t the doctor decide on her own?” she asked.

too many options

I am sure in future they’ll ask me how I want to be born!!! God pls save me

Me on the other hand was very comfortable deciding from the above options. I had researched well in internet, read books. I was well prepared. You could say I was ready to deliver my own baby (sounds ridiculous right? Of course you deliver you own baby!).

And after the baby was born, again! Options! The other day, my kid and I were off to a super market to buy things. I asked my kid “Horlicks, Complan or Bournvita?” I want “nahi hua.. nahi hua  chocolate drink” he said (in case you’re wondering what the hell is “nahi hua.. nahi hua chocolate drink”, it is a song from Horlicks advertisement). Then like the educated, urban mother that I am I started to sift through the nutrition details and ingredients details in the health drink.

Now! I am educating myself. Right? I am being aware. Right? I am choosing the best of the lot. Right or not? Tell me?

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Right??? right???

Now how did you like the optional questions? Yes! The questions were optional. And you chose to read them.

You didn’t know? Too bad.

You might be thinking I am a rude writer. Trying to fill pages with useless words. Well! You can choose to believe that or not. It’s your call. I am keeping your options open.

Okay! Okay! Don’t curse at me now. I just wanted you to get the feel of “option”. You see there have been many debates and opinions about having too many options. And everyone has a say. The generation before us seems to think we are a bunch of spoiled brats.

“You do not know what responsibility is!” my uncle would say “they (the IT industry) have given you 5-figure salaries at this tender age and spoiled you” and he would go on to say “you don’t know the world. Are afraid to take responsibilities, don’t care about environment, don’t respect your elders, don’t care about money….” You get the drift!

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Now! let us get back to our topic. Uncle does seem mean. Doesn’t he? But don’t you think he is right? Are we a bunch of spoiled brats?

“They are jealous” this was the reply my cousin would give to my uncle (from a safe distance and with the caution that uncle does not hear). “We earn and live our life and we have the option to choose what we want and not. They are just jealous that they did not have such a life”

Really now? They are jealous? I have to disagree on that. Because my uncle would give this elaborate curse come advice only when he hears that one of the option-generation youngster is suffering in some sort of way. “Why can’t you just quit your job?” he shouted at another cousin of mine. “you are having trouble taking care of your baby and your job. Quit your job and take care of your baby” he said.

Well this advice just made my cousin cry. “I earn 70,000 a month. I can’t quit. Why should I? I have worked hard to get here. Do you know how tough it is to get a job once there is break in the career?” she cry-spoke.

Seems reasonable doesn’t it? Why should she leave her job just because her health is getting spoiled and because she gets no rest? Atrocious!

What? Now you’re angry at me? I was not being sarcastic. I mean it. Health can be restored. Career cannot be restored. Seriously. You don’t believe me. Google it and see.

You see she does not have an OPTION. Work is necessary to live a good life.

Oh my god! Am I contradicting myself now? Then why is that we are called the generation with surplus options? Or “option generation”. We can’t even decide to work after a break. There is no option there.

Of course, this is not true. We do have a lot of options. We just do not look at them or do not know about them. That is because, we were caught young. And raised in captivity, making us believe that we do not have an option when it comes to career. And by the time the options are clear, “it too late man” (to quote my husband).

“I am 35. You want me to explore and join as a fresher now? Who will feed my family” my friend screamed at me when I told him he should consider a career switch because he was so good at art and painting. “trust me man. There is good future for this sort of a thing. People buy them for a lot of money.” I replied. Of course he was not convinced. He just got angry at me for making him see that that there was another option for him, he was angry because he was so afraid to go for it. It was like candy he can’t reach.

“No one likes their job” concluded my friend “That is the way it is. Even the most interesting job becomes boring after sometime. That is the way the mind works”

Seems right. Doesn’t it? He has done his research in internet.

Now let us leave the optional career to hang in there. Seriously. I am one of the non–candy-reachers myself. I am fine. I LOVE my job. Seriously. Believe me or not. Option is yours.

Apart from this, there are other things today that are easily available and have numerous options.

“Whom do you consider to be your good adviser and well wisher?” asked my cousin for her psychology questionnaire from college. I thought hard.

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Of course! I’ll lie!! lying saves face people!!!

“My mom!” I said which is a lie. I can’t remember the last time I asked her for advice.

Well! There cannot be a person who never asks for advice right? I thought hard. Now whom do I go to get good advice? Whom do I seek wisdom and information from? Whom do I trust to get the best advice?

Now why do I have the feeling you know the answer for this question? How do you know so much about me? Have you been Googling me?

My adviser is the internet. Yes! Yes! You are right.

Internet was the elder (weird! It was born after me) that I consulted to get the good advice.

Don’t  we all? Internet serves as the elder, adviser, psychiatrist, cooking master, sex therapist, marriage counselor, child care expert, doctor, legal adviser, bill payer, dictionary, encyclopedia (it is similar to Wikipedia), makeup expert, beauty expert, gardening expert…..

It’s like the one stop shop for all that you need. We all just Google everything. So, can we call ourselves the “internet generation”? Seems lame right. I can’ think of anything else now. I will Google it and let you know once I come up with a good name. What say?

Options! Yes! I have not forgotten, even though I strayed a little. Cheezz! How forgetful do you think I am.

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I will break this table of OPTIONS and eat the saw dust!!!!

I do not know if options are a boon or a curse. I just know that the living area has been increased to the “the whole world” from “my locality”. So as compared to the before generation, we have many options. And yes we do choose. And yes we do not always like what we choose. But I am just saying, having options should not be a criteria in choosing something. Don’t get me?

“Don’t take that madam! It has to be thrown out. The expiry date finishes today.” The shopkeeper of the provisional store near my house would advise me if I accidentally take the date-expired wheat bread, because I was distracted by a ringing phone, an active kid and an un-findable purse.

I have chosen my across-the-road shopkeeper to the big supermarket. After all, we have every right to choose! We just have to choose the best option while developing ourselves as a responsible human being. Even though the choice is ours, it affects others too.

I loathe present

Uncertainty in all sides

Future stands tall

Full of sadness

Full of worry

I grieve silently

I grieve and demand to be heard

I grieve looking at god

I sulk, I cry, I fear and loathe some more

I hope for change

I hope for betterness

I hope to be free

I hope it will all be over

I hope to quit and leave, to run and never stop

I hope to be someplace else

I long to be loved

I long for my love

I seek to be happy, to be happy unconditionally

I seek, to love unconditionally

I am all this and some other painfully more

But I am not afraid

I am not scared

For I crave change

And I don’t love present

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Then I fell in love

I loved my presence

I detested sadness

I cherished togetherness

Forgot loneliness

Cherished present

Hoped for a future

A future sans changes

A future sans sadness

I prayed with a smile

I thanked god

I was content

I was happy

I was loved

I loved unconditionally

And then…

I was afraid

I was scared to think further

I was scared of changes

I was scared my love would perish

 

My heart asked a question

“you’re insecure! You’re very scared

Why then live this way? Before you were secure!”

“Fear happily my heart” said I

“Fear and be happy”

“it’s ok to fear!”

“it’s ok to fear!”

I do not love to cook! I like to cook. But I definitely do not love it! I still do it, though, 24/7, 365 days a week, I cook daily. I have a maid to help me with the dishes I make. But cooking, solely, is my responsibility in my family. This seems fair right? I mean women should cook! Right? I have always wondered why this big responsibility has be shouldered solely by women everywhere in the world?

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I mean, this is not just in India and other developing economies. This is a common trend everywhere in the world. I used to think this practice is in existence because women were made to stay at home and, well, they just made themselves useful. Women started to come out of the house to work and earn a living, and still kept cooking. I thought maybe they liked to cook. Then I started my tenure as a working mom and found out I do not like to cook (I am woman, why the hell do I hate cooking then?). But I still do it. Why? I majorly cook for my son. Women cook for their kids and men enjoy the benefits.

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This got me thinking! So, if women cook for their kids, do women, who do not have kids, do not cook? I asked around, they do! They cook for their husbands, in-laws, and few others (relatives, guests, pets, etc.). So, the world had, somewhere in the evolution of civilization, decided women should cook, whether they like it or not.

They are even looked down on when they can’t cook. In fact, married women will know, it’s stressed on that their primary responsibility is cooking. I remember when around 3 years into my marriage, one day I was cleaning my house like my life depended on it (I was stressed! So, I cleaned the hell out of the house…. I was not gentle) and my dad-in-law had decided to pay us a visit (They live nearby). He saw me cleaning like hell and saw the time on the clock and said, “you can do the cleaning later, look at the time” (it was 7:30 pm; now! I was new to this daughter-in-law thing and thought, he did not want me to over-stress). So, I replied “It’s ok, almost done”. And he said, “start cooking, have you made dinner?”.

I wonder what's cooking

Now! do not start hating my dad-in-law. That’s how he knows to show love. And that’s how men have been programmed in every household. They think the primary responsibility of a woman is ‘cooking’. My dad-in-law was obviously worried what his son will eat. He cannot rest assured that his son can take care of his eating needs. Because his son depended on me for food. He was at my mercy for the primary need of any life: food.

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I’ve heard dialogs from my friends like “My husband said, go wherever you want, but make my dinner before that”, I have made dinner too for my hubby, I can stay for more time”, “we’ll reach home by 8:00 pm, I will make Upma”, and “I am leaving for a week, so I made dosa batter, chutneys and what not for my hubby and son” (the last comment was me! Yup! I cooked a storm because I thought my husband will starve my son; does that make me a bad wife? Good mom? ).

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So, women! Don’t you think it is high time we change this prejudice? Now! when I say prejudice, do not think I mean women are made to slog and suffer. Men, too, are suffering. We give absolutely no training to men. They know slitch, nada cooking. My husband knows to make few dishes but gets into a high-cortisol frenzy (stressed people, I mean stressed) every time I ask him to cook (he looks like the guy trying to disarm a bomb in Hollywood action flicks for the whole time he cooks).

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I need to plan! not panic… first, I cut the tomatoes…

I do not want my son to be this bad in making his own food. For god’s sake even single-celled organisms make their own food. This inequality should change. Men should be enabled to know cooking. I know men and boys are not easily trainable people (I live with one and a half men, I know. It’s like training the raptors from Jurassic park; right when you think you have control, they go and boil the dosa batter thinking it is milk), but, women, let us keep trying. Because, let’s face it, we are the evolved side of the human race.

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The measurement has to be exact! it’s very important

I never want to hear any one of my friends talk about how they should teach their daughters cooking and household work. What about your sons? Won’t you teach him to make his favorite dishes? Or will you leave him at the mercy of the woman he will meet and marry? Treat your sons equally to your daughters, people; teach them life skills. Empower boys! So, they will become efficient men and will be able to cook a decent meal.