So..
I know that I deserve a punch on the face because It's been more than
an year since I last posted the first post on this blog. Well, it's
not like I was flooded with emails and messages asking me to post
again or anything. Not that even a single living being cared when I
started this blog or when I stopped posting. But then that shouldn't
even be a factor right?! I started this blog for me. Because I like
to cook, eat and write and what to do better than write about the
things that I cook and eat because I like it! Well this is a food
blog and not a personal diary. So I'm not gonna bore you with the
conversations of my sub conscious with itself. But yeah.. these are a
few things that I don't mind sharing if you don't mind listening.
I've
always loved cooking and as far as I remember, always is from 2nd or
3rd grade. It was not part of my future plans then. But by the time I
was 15, I had this new option in my list of career possibilities –
being a chef. Well, my parents in the beginning weren't really sure
about it being the best option for me,. But it was my thousand uncles
and aunties and cousins and neighbors who made it a point to tell me
that it was a stupid idea and that the scope for a girl to thrive in
that testosterone dominated was minuscule.
So
when I had an option of choosing Culinary management over a safe
trade after graduating from school, I chickened out. Though I am
ashamed of this fact, I would never call that a mistake I made in
life because that one year in Christ University, Bangalore was
totally worth it. New friends, first time in a hostel, different
culture, our amount of stupid fun and how can I forget the huge
amount of life lessons that came with it! But when you are destined
to be something or someone, and you really really want that thing, it
has a way of coming to you and once you decide to go with it, the
changes will be drastic and risky and uncertain. But if you have
awesome family and friends like mine and a thousand Disney movies to
ensure you that “All Is gonna be Well”, things shouldn't be
tough.
Currently,
I'm doing my Bachelor's degree in Hospitality and Hotel
administration in Institute of Hotel Management and Catering
technology, Mumbai previously (and even now locally ) known as Dadar
Catering college. And yes, I'm happy now. I'm happy about the fact
that what I'm doing is what I always wanted to do. About the fact
that when I'm old and guilty and in case my life is crappy, I won't
feel that I failed because I refused to take risks and decided to
play it safe.
I
like it here. I like it that I have to work my ass off everyday in the
college. I like Mondays when I have to go to the kitchen super early
and work for hours straight. Cuts
and burns and steam and heat and chefs shouting at you. And the
adrenaline rush. It's like the hell I'd like to call my heaven. And
the best feeling is when you come back home and fall onto the bed
drained but satisfied.
Well,
what is gonna come of me once I get out of the institute is
different. I might not be hired at all. I might be very bad at it if
at all I'm hired. I might even end up being a housekeeper or an F and
B or Front office personnel. Not that these jobs aren't great or any
lesser. But these are not something that I even remotely want in my
life. But however things turn out to be, I'll never feel that
whatever is wrong with my life is so because I didn't have the nerve
to try and take a few risks for something that I really really
wanted. After all, what is life without a few risks, a bit of drama
and some incredibly amazing moments with the kind of people and
dreams that you cherish.