Yes it was a great feeling when I had done it…It was satisfaction to the fullest…Almost tired but the result was worth it…After all it was one hr of hard work ... that too after returning from office…and believe me I didn’t mess the room either…
I am talking about my skills in the kitchen…
Yes I know u all will be surprised but I tried it…
Thought of trying my hands on the stove and some stuff which I rarely get to see in their raw form…
Neway according to the plan I prepared rice, dal and alubhurta….
I reached home and after switching on the TV was in the kitchen …
Cleaned all the utensils required for my exercise tonight… And to my amazement before nething wud have discouraged me I had switched on the stove with the dal in the cooker…
For the first time probably I counted the number of cooker whistles to perfection ( Dnt remember how many times I have received scolding from Mummy forgetting to count )… But here I was bang on target… 3 whistles… Dat was the signal… the yellow pulses are cooked…
There I was and regarding the rice I remember the whistle count … It was five…
So the trick is remembering ur count and also have faith on urself while deciding the quantity of items to be cooked… But sometimes it mite fail… C it failed for dal but worked for rice… I mean the quantity… Atleast we didn’t run short…
So had my dinner …stomach full and satisfied… And yes there was nothing to complain about… But the catch is… There was no one to complain also…My room mate who shared the dinner is always nice to me… He has this illusion that I am a nice ass not to be messed up with…
So back from the battle room I was there on my bed all tired and exhausted… But the sleep was worth it… Mission accomplished...
p.s I didn’t burn nething or cut ne of my finger and wot more … The kitchen looked the same as it had been before I was out on my mission … I mean a mess… But what the hell... Boys room are neway always a mess else y they are called so…
