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Monday, August 9, 2010
From a very young age the pressure cooker has always intrigued me. It took me a long time to figure out how to open (or close) the lid of one, and if you want a candid answer, I'm still not 100% confident of achieving it with ease. The other aspects that really attracted me to the Hawkins were its uncouth rubber band along the rim of the lid, and the small head-like metallic thing that came off when pulled.
The pressure cooker was, in more ways than one, an overwhelming experience. Nothing in this world can possibly hasten the process and murder the end-product of cooking to such a significant extent the way a pressure cooker has done. It cannot be a coincidence that both saas-bahu serials and eating out are gaining popularity over time - we now have more time in our hands and crappy food on our tables.
Apart from such controversial issues, a curious feature of the pressure cooker has been its whistles. We had a kitchen well-isolated from the residential segment of the house, and I clearly remember myself, standing open-mouthed at the kitchen door, waiting for that whistle to happen.
A lot of my friends went for a PhD in the USA. A lot. The usual process was the same: sit for a GRE, then a TOEFL, get recommendations, apply to all sorts of universities, get your tickets, get a pressure cooker, pack your bags and leave.
Hang on, get a pressure cooker? Why on earth?
They don't have them in the USA, apparently.
This incredible fact about pressure cookers fascinated me. The Americans, from what we've known, believe in speed a lot more than we do, isn't it? Then why this baffling reluctance on using pressure cookers?
Then I realised that they possibly don't believe in the concept of increasing pressure to achieve quicker, low-quality results. They let everything be. Just like that. Hence no pressure cookers. And no necessity for films like 3 Idiots, either.