As much as I love that
feeling you get when you complete an article, proof read it and then
sit back satisfied, I just could not think of anything to write. For
the last few days this disturbing revelation had been torturing me -
that it has been almost an year since I actually wrote something. So,
today when I opened this blog for the umpteenth in the last few days, I decided that I should actually make some effort to overcome
this difficult phase rather than whining about it. And to write about
something, you need to know about that something. Owing to my
pathetic general awareness about any other topic and congenital self
obsession (though I've not written much about myself and I'm not
planning to make it a habit either), I decided to write about me.
No,
don't panic. I'm not gonna bore you with the conversations of my
inner self with itself. But yeah, these are a few things that I don't
mind sharing if you don't mind listening. It's about this
amazing bond that I share with this passion of mine.
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 aunts 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 world was minuscule.
So
when I had an option of choosing Culinary studies over a safer 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, totally different culture, our
share 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 just 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 drops of risks, approximately a
teaspoon of drama and dollops of incredibly amazing
moments with the kind of people and dreams that you cherish.
