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| Prompt: "The muse always has wings and nests in fire?" From the Wonderbook by Jeff Vandermeer What is your take on this quote and do you trust, distrust, and/or fear your muse, i.e your imagination? Don’t burn the house : Don’t burn the house … let me help you cook instead !!! Well … I never knew how to cook .. though at school there were about 2 years we had to take home science class . Mrs Khurshid was an excellent teacher .. perhaps a bit too lenient as there were some truants like me , who would readily make inane excuses to be off from that class. For me .. I was alwys needed by seniors for some quiz team preps .. some art project commissioned by our Principal herself ! There were no dearth of excuses.. till Mrs Khurshid decided to call the shots . No more excuses ! one had to be in class to pass the annual exam . So I ..grudgingly resigned to my fate in her hands - We both took the middle ground and I ended up washing dishes after the class cooking ! So in school, I never learnt to cook … then fast forward to my days in Scotland . I was done eating Indian curry off cans and I decided to try one of the recipes my mom had taught me on the passing ! She too had very little faith in me . I had put a pan on fire put little oil as she had instructed .. chopped some veggies that I thought I might like . Broccoli , exotic and new to me those days made that cut .. broccoli with potatoes and carrots with a generous mix of some curry powder I had got from the local grocery store. I sautéed the veggies perhaps to kingdom come .. and realized they were getting bit too charred .. I really didn’t know the fix ! The pan was getting hotter by the minute and still I hadn’t thought of pouring water to make the gravy ! To get the now hopeless veggies out of harm’s way I grabbed hold of a dish towel and tried taking the pan off heat . The towel hopelessly caught fire and everything seemed to be in flames !!! Like a guardian angel my flatmate a very sweet and timid English boy called Ian jumped in .. we had interactions before but nothing as intimate as this : Stop !!! Don’t burn the house down …. Pause .. let me help you ! I can cook food you know and Indian food too , if you like ! That was that .. Ian and I after this house burning incident became two peas in a pod . Only after some days there was Eric another French guy who became the third pea . Now every day Ian made sure three of us had one proper meal . He would make elaborate dinners of Indian curry and rice , spaghetti carbonara .. or banana toast as a midnight snack ! My only job as you know by now was proficient in washing dishes !!! Those were happy days .. as this eclectic group settled in my then home with other 5 tenants of what was known then to our MBA class .. as the Tenents of 6 Perth Road ! Dundee . Scotland . Though many years have past since my Dundee days and I have learnt to cook .. well somewhat decent meals .. I still remain indebted to Mrs Khurshid and Ian Hamilton - my first teachers ! Now at least till today , thank god .. I have not burnt any house down .. except the occasional burning of hands and fingers in action - like today !!! But that story is for another day !!! The muse always has wings and nests in fire?" |
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