Dates back to the times when I was not even able to reach the gas burner, mounted atop a kitchen table. I carried with myself, a small stool whenever I entered the kitchen, strategically placed it in front of the kitchen table, perched myself on top of it and peeped into the fuming and smelling pans with coloured curries.
All hell would break loose if my granny or my mom found me in such a position...they almost always shoo'ed me out of my favorite place (the kitchen). Slowly with time, I was able to make them believe that I meant no harm to myself or to them, I was allowed to remain as a spectator at first and then was allowed to make rotis and Maggi and French Fries.
Post my class ten and twelve exams, I got a long break in between the next terms, that is when I seriously learnt cooking. My cooking guru was Sanjeev Kapoor..I used to religiously watch his cooking show on Zee TV each morning from 9:30a.m. To make sure that no one disturbed me while I was learning, I used to dismantle the telephone receiver from its base. Have been scolded too many times as a result, but to no change in habits.
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