Life in times of dengue

So the mosquitoes strike again! My mom and sis are down with dengue. I have remained relatively unscathed, much to every one's surprise. The problem is, I am in charge of the kitchen right now!

Well, you need not pray for the souls who are going to eat the dishes I prepare, though I would always prefer someone else cooking. I am fairly non-dangerous,and the dishes I prepare are always on the safe side of law.

The thing is I hate to cook. I mean, I hate someone else directing me when I cook something. Just give me a few general directions on how to go about the dish and I will pull it off. But I get put off when someone (like mom or dad, who else!) closely scrutinise my cooking.

And I have my own tastes, some of which are not necessarily appreciated by the rest of the family.My sister said today morning that the chutney was not particularly good, but she ate three idlis (for almost the first time in her life, mind you!) in the morning with it.

But I still hate cooking!

Here comes the election!!!

When you read in the newspapers about fringe groups promoting 'Indian culture', or you hear the leaders talk about 'unity' or if any such abnormal incident occurs, beware! Elections are nearing. For the next few months, the 'common man' is pampered, the government declares all sorts of sops from free electricity to free food, and to top it all, have a stand-off with Pakistan. It creates a sort of 'feel good' atmosphere, seeing all those 'big leaders' staying in huts to maintain touch with the rural India. (As if they had any touch!) It is the only time when you feel glad that you are a citizen and not a 'leader'.

I will be voting this time around. My first vote, provided I get my election ID card before that. It would be exciting, surely. I mean, having the feeling that these petty parties are taking all these efforts to appease people like me!

Do vote when the election comes!