I find that the women of my generation, millennials, especially in India with the relative privilege of receiving higher education have grown up in the chasm of two colliding worlds. One pulling us into fierce independence, seeking power and agency to be at the top of our professional game. Whereas the other still steeped in notions of Indian traditionalism, expected to cook, clean and marry well and reproduce promptly. Dedicating ourselves to professional pursuits never excluded the societal expectations of adhering to every traditionally mandated tenet.
Never has a generation of women had to do as much a breadth of activities to justify their entering of the labour market as us – from securing the best exam scores, chasing high paying jobs, balancing housework and caregiving with the demands of professional commitment. We must burn the candle at both ends – rationalize to the office why as a woman you’re worth taking on despite your period pains and ticking biological clock and then justify at home why you must work to gain financial security while also balancing household responsibilities. All the while competing with men, who themselves have created these structures and rules that govern our realms, giving them every advantage and encouragement to excel through their socially superior upbringing, whether in education or at the office. It’s very easy to succeed in a world tailor made for you and when the labour of caregiving is relegated simply to “the Women”.
In this hostile climate, where the guillotine of forced arranged marriages was always at the risk of dropping on our necks, financial independence became the singular way to achieve any semblance of control and agency on our own lives. Consequently, that involved staying as far away from the kitchen as possible. The oppressively gendered kitchen environment that our mothers lived in was a looming threat to the life we aspired to have. Sadly, what we lost in this bargain was the very basic ability to feed and nourish ourselves. Because cooking was always meant to be a larger service performed by women for their families and community, often eating only once others have finished and picking at whatever’s leftover. Lack of adequate nutrition affects women disproportionately due to biological, social and cultural factors in India making women vulnerable, especially during childbirth and lactation. While women live longer than men, studies show that women are more sickly and disabled than men throughout their life cycle 1. Women’s disproportionate poverty, low socioeconomic status, gender discrimination and reproductive role not only expose them to various diseases, but also their access to and use of health services 2. The highest incidence of malnutrition among women is reported in South Asia.3 Being a woman in India is nothing short of a Sisyphean task where the boulder must be pushed by us uphill everyday, only for it to fall back down again. The burden of prejudices that our generation, especially men, carry about cooking being something only our moms and/or wives do and the misnomer of it not being as essential as learning to walk or speak, has rendered them debilitated to feed themselves. It has in turn imprisoned women to the stove, turning the pure joy of cookery and self-nourishment to lifelong servitude.
Not for my father who saw it as a means for me to be a qualified wife and child bearer for my future husband, not professionally to prove some sort of career change to the world, but simply as an act of self-nourishment. As a way to provide delicious wholesome meals for myself, at will, without dependance or compromise. It was my pursuit of joy and regeneration of my soul through food sovereignty. A way to work with my hands and mindfully create things that would enter my body. This change of my praxis from transactions, contracts, interpretation and analysis as a lawyer, to working with my hands, trusting my senses as is necessary in cooking instead of the written word or measures, has been transformational in opening up a part of me I didn’t know existed. Cooking became my singular purpose, as a means to understand myself, come to terms with my past, live my tumultuous present and welcome my unforeseen future. A method by which to dissect world cultures, identities and the deep-rooted social inequalities I encountered daily as a woman.
Yields 4-5 bowls of dal
Ingredients:
In the pressure cooker –
For finishing –
For tempering –
Method:
1 Kowsalya R, Manoharan S. Health status of the Indian women-a brief report. MOJ Proteomics Bioinform. 2017;5(3):109-111. DOI: 10.15406/mojpb.2017.05.00162
2 Sanneving L, Trygg N, Saxena D, et al. Inequity in India: the case of maternal and reproductive health. Glob Health Action. 2013;6:19145.
3 Tzioumis E, Adair LS. Childhood dual burden of under– and over–nutrition in low– and middle–income countries: a critical review. Food Nutr Bull. 2014;35(2):230–243.
Amrita is a corporate lawyer who is deeply passionate about food. She has spent the last few years dedicatedly studying and documenting all of her family's food experiences, while learning to develop her own voice as a cook and a writer. Her essays on food and culture have been featured on Goya Journal, Huffington Post and Whetstone Magazine amongst others. She has also appeared on the BBC World Service: The Food Chain program.
Rupali is a visual art practitioner, currently living and working in Noida, Uttar Pradesh. She has been working with different aspects of human life and the transitions of human beings with respect to different phases of life. Her works are an amalgamation of emotional and physical changes. She works with mediums including watercolour, ink and graphite.