Sharing an email.
Dear Indian Homemaker,
Thanks for running this blog. It’s therapeutic. :)
Please find below one of the many incidents after my marriage that began to crush me, until I rebelled (in my own unique way), that I hope you will post on your blog.
I cooked the first meal at my in-laws’ house within the first week of the marriage. My mother-in-law had been well informed by my husband that I had never tried my hand at cooking before the wedding. And the wedding, despite my subdued protests, had been arranged within a month of the hurriedly organised roka ceremony, leaving me no time to learn enough cooking. Not that I considered skill at cooking a per-condition to marriage.
So when I braced myself to cook that first meal, I was definitely expecting help from the MIL. I expected her to stand beside me and give directions. None of that happened. So I called up my mother and quickly asked her how to proceed.
The directions taken, I prepared the dish – French Beans and potato. Thankfully, it did not turn out to be a disaster but, as I got to know in a short while, was left a bit undercooked.
I agree that a half-baked meal spoilt an evening. (But a smarter Mil would have cooked one more dish to survive the meal. She didn’t.)
But how is this statement given by my MIL justified? – “If a girl has done MBBS or IAS, I can understand that she did not get time to learn cooking. But it’s strange how you, a mere journalism post graduate, failed to do so.”
I am working a leading national daily as a staff reporter.
Updated to add:
And an email from ‘a girl who has done MBBS’:
New women in old marriages - Careless Chronicles