“Try to get what you love or else you are forced to love what you get”- Author unknown.
My job after my Post graduation was my first love and it was in the year 1997, i was fresh from college and didnt know much about what i am supposed to do in the job.It was purely sales job and i used to enjoy a lot.It involved lot of travelling in the city as well as to other states.Never got a chance to explore the other states but my city i have explored it to maximum in those 3 years of my job.
I was so obessed with my job that my mom used to tell me that whole night i used to murmur in my sleep about my work.I still get dreams that i am working in that company.I still carry my visiting card in my purse.The feeling I had when i saw my first visiting card cannot be expressed in the words.
Then my mom started telling me that sales jobs are not for girls,it is not good to come home late at 9.00 in the night and forced me to write bank exam.I don’t how i cleared the exam inspite of not doing a single maths problem correctly (that’s according to me,maybe the person who corrected by paper got all the answers right,i don’t know).Then when i got the job in a pvt bank very reluctantly resigned the job,that day i cried a lot and i still miss my first job.Even now i am sure of getting that sort of job but i don’t think i can give that much time and concentration to my job.That time i was single and young i have ample of time for myself.Now with family and kids i don’t think i can.
I was the only female in my office and i used to get preferential treatment from my colleagues then. I was bothered by my colleagues only in the end of the month when there was a deficit in the sales target and asking me to contribute more for that month. I had a very good rapport with the distributors that a single phone to them our sales target was achieved.
Had I not listen to my mom, I would have completed 20 years in the same company. That company gave a voice to an introvert. I can’t blame her to, she is more bothered about the society then my interest and my choice. What I am now it’s because of that company, it made me bold and speak up.
After that company what ever job I did,I was forced to love that job. Now I work because I have to pay my bills.
No this post is not about biryani recipe. This is about my mom making biryani at home.
Eating biryani was a luxury then. Maybe once in couple of months my mom used to make biryani at home. It used to be a elaborate lunch on Sundays. In spite of having dining table we all used to sit down in a circle and eat together ( family which eats together, stays together).
Now coming to biryani, we had a papaya tree in our back yard and mom use to cut papaya into thin slices and dried it under the sun. She used to use this dried papaya as meat tenderizer and marinate meat with it.
Mom used to grind ginger and garlic paste, no store brought(it was not available then). Powder whole garam masala.Marinate mutton in the curd and other ingredients and keep it for two hours.
The basmati rice too was luxury then and we used to eat Sona Masori. She used to soak rice for two hours.
Once biryani is half cooked mom used to spread thin cotton cloth on the top of biryani so that extra moisture gets sucked up.
And when serving biryani she never used to mix the entire biryani. She used to take a portion of biryani and used to serve that to us. I cannot match her biryani, the aroma of freshly grinded spices and saffron…it’s yummyyyyy.
And she used to make bagara baingan and raita to eat with biryani.
After the heavy meal it was home made ice cream treat. Home made ice cream in another post.
Edited: changed the day from 14 to 13.
Last two years were tough.Good it happened it made me a better person and it made me strong to cope with the situations.I pray i won’t get to see those years again.Was stressed out too much.
Much was spent in a hope that husband will get a job he was desiring in hyderabad but we were wrong in that.He didn’t get proper opening and he got a better job in Dubai.We gave 2 years time for ourselves and now that company doesn’t want him to leave them.
But some where a decision has to be taken and we are here.A new chapter in our life and as people here say kids will just love this place and will get adjusted soon.
Living alone was only possible with my mom and my immediate family support. And i thank them all for the emotional and mental support.I should not miss thanking my house help and my building watchmen.They both were very helpful. Any time of the day they answered my call,be it getting medicine from pharmacy, accompanying me at night,looking after the kids when i am went out or getting me a pizza etc……Now they both are helping my mother the way they did for me.
During those two years my best companion were my kids off course husband used to call everyday. Pinkuda missed her bad so badly that in the middle of night she used to search for him on the bed.And when he was with us she never used to take him out of her sight.He used to give her bath,feed her,take her to school,change her dress etc…….But when he left us she used to be depressed and used to behave very strangely.Now everything has come to an end and she is very happy to be with her dad.Now she ignores him a lot cause she nows he won’t leave us and go to Dubai.I should say sorry to kids for going through all this.
Those two years people have written me off,my financial status was questioned but i never answered them because i knew all this were temporary and i always believe in Sunshine after Dark.