No, I’m not really a procrastinator, not someone who usually
bolts out at a challenge; but I admit, I ran, I hid, I dilly dallied all I
could in the name of this one. A year and a half to be precise.
But fact is, I have been a follower of quite a few bloggers (both Indian and International) and have been in sheer awe of some of them! Their overwhelming commitment, their ability to juggle responsibilities at home, work, and manage a blog AND to do such a fine job of it, seems super humane to me! And I admit, I am anything but that! What with managing work, dealing with personal issues to honoring all commitments; it’s a miracle I manage to drag myself out of that bed in the morning to do it all over again. And to add to that an entire new responsibility of writing. Regularly. Dedicatedly. Yes, it scares me.
But fact is, I have been a follower of quite a few bloggers (both Indian and International) and have been in sheer awe of some of them! Their overwhelming commitment, their ability to juggle responsibilities at home, work, and manage a blog AND to do such a fine job of it, seems super humane to me! And I admit, I am anything but that! What with managing work, dealing with personal issues to honoring all commitments; it’s a miracle I manage to drag myself out of that bed in the morning to do it all over again. And to add to that an entire new responsibility of writing. Regularly. Dedicatedly. Yes, it scares me.
But truth is, all along I never gave up on the idea, never
said ‘No’ to the requests that came in for a blog (thanks to the ever
supporting tribe of family and friends). It was always a hopeful, “Maybe…in the
future.” And I am glad I never shut out that door.
Because as I have come to realize, food is really a part of ‘me’,
of who ‘I’ am. A foundation probably laid years ago while I hustled to help mum
while she cooked. Watching her sprinkle all her love along with the hand
pounded spices into those simmering pots. Listening to her hum as she went
along chopping and cutting, priming and prepping around that little kitchen, me
taking in all those aromas wafting through, storing those precious memories
away somewhere in the depths of my brain. This kind of made the kitchen my ‘magic’
place. A place where all was forgotten, a kind of Bermuda Triangle where all
worries and tensions went to disappear and all that mattered was pleasing the
ones you were cooking for.
Probably that’s the reason why I cook even today! It’s for
that gratifying smile, that sparkle in the eye, that endless finger licking and
(even at the risk of sounding gross) those OH I can’t eat anymore burp’s. That
right there is my motivation to pick those pans up. Give that curry a try.
Maybe even bake a batch of cupcakes. And the fact that I have come to love the
entire process of it, is as they say, icing on the cake.
So here starts a journey, a journey into conceiving,
creating and concocting something that ties together all my experiences, learning’s
and memories into my passion, ‘food’.
Hope it’s one helluva ride for the both of us! :)
