It was time again to be kitchen smart and so I cooked chicken (my style) the other day in J's place. Waited for them to praise my cooking skills. J didnot comment and ate quitely. Her face was blank. I peered close and saw her face cantilevering between a frown and an irritation.
Gave a sideways glance to her brother. He suddenly announced that he would be carrying it to office the next day. Yo man! my dish was going to be re-heated or recycled whatever, and eaten a second time.
At once I thought of my contemporaries, Tarla Dalal and Sanjeev Kapoor and my cookery show Khaana Khazana oops!it would be Khaana Khaas on T.V. I felt I had shouldered the responsibility of feeding the nation and that my recipe would increase the Gross Domestic Happiness of the country and the world at large paving way for world peace through the stomach.
From white, my face turned pink and I smiled the smile of a celebrity and he added,"to kill my manager"