Cooking Class in my Future?

            I went to the South Indian place today. Finally, I mustered up the courage to tell them that I want a cooking class. I’ve been there so many times, they know me, they know what I want to order without asking, they know my friends, where I like to sit, everything. They said, “Why not?” I’m beyond excited.

            My after school arts program is moving along smoothly. I like to say that as long as the same problems aren’t repeated, as long as each week is a little easier than the last, it’s going OK. Today one of the teachers had an emergency and we had to cancel one of the classes. This is not optimal, but we have a similar class that they can go to. Two of the girls wanted to wander around with me and be my rookies for the day. I allowed it, but just this once. Rutuja has one of the most inquisitive minds that I’ve seen in such a long time. She asked for pictures of the US, she wants to work for NASA and say that Rutuja Lakde has landed on Mars, because the moon has already been conquered and she wants to go somewhere more exciting. She is one of the most enthusiastic kids I’ve met in a long time; everything is amazing or surprising. She wants to learn how to make pasta but can’t imagine that there isn’t some kind of curry in it. Every time I mentioned about the ingredients she asked about tumeric, jeera, mustard seeds and mirchi powder. I loved explaining the differences with her.

            They wanted to know if I like living in India. I told them that I hope so because it’s been over 2 years. Apparently some foreign woman came to their school once and told them that India is dirty and didn’t understand how they could live like this. What an awful woman. How could you speak to people about their own home like that, and kids on top of that? It might not be the cleanest, but it’s such an amazing country. And, with kids like these, how could you not love it?

            Something that always is an interesting topic to discuss with children is the fact that I’m not married. They want to know if I’ll do a love marriage or an arranged marriage, if my parents have already picked out the boy, and if I’ll marry an Indian or foreigner. It shocks everyone all the time. How do I live alone? Aren’t I scared or don’t I get lonely? I also explained to them about when moving to college in the US you don’t live with your parents anymore. Now that might be different with the economic situation, however, for the most part I think it still holds water. 

    • beth
    • February 10th, 2013

    Hello, my name is Beth and I was looking for blogs about living in Pune when came upon your site. My family and I are relocating to Pune from the UK in the next couple of months for my husband’s work. I was wondering if you would be willing to exchange emails? I have so many questions about living there! Thanks so much 🙂

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