“Making roti is a busy process”: reflections on work and patriarchy from the kitchen


The first commentary on the strange eye star, Tan France’s Tutorial while making rotis says:

My mom is going to be so pissed off when she finds out that I started making rotis because of Tan France and not because of her.

France admits that learning to roti as a young boy in a South Asian household was extraordinary. I had to watch this Americanized tutorial while sleeping in my blanket and surfing YouTube, sometimes. I thought about the video as I was sweating profusely, hunched over a rolling pin, an iron tawa on a burner adding to the heat.

At the start of my month-long stoppage of work, I joked with my mom: “Imagine what my sasural waale will say if you don’t let I roast”. We both laughed. So I came to stand in the kitchen roasting. The idea was to capture the home kitchen space without a door. Every day, I would wake up, stuff my ears with Bluetooth headphones, give a lecture or podcast, and then switch between the different items I was preparing.

My mother would take a look and suggest to “at least”Make the rotis. I would act irritated and ask her to rest in her room. In my new determination, I felt insecure and fragile. Not ready for observation. So when my roti was brittle and looked like a daddy, instead of seeking mentorship from my mom, I slyly searched for suggestions on Cooking with Manali.

Making round roasts is really very difficult“, Recognizes Tan France in the video. I felt pure joy seeing steam filling my round roti. I started making round rotis when I finally stopped worrying about their roundness. I did not use katori to give it a round and smooth texture, which is strongly discouraged in the formal pedagogy of roti-teaching. As Karthiga commented, “And not rounded rotis are a great way to subvert patriarchal expectations”.

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Growing up, I wasn’t supposed to work hard in the kitchen. However, I decided to enter this institution, a heritage from my ancestors. I wanted to be close to all that femininity meant in the family. I also thought it would be a good idea to confuse my family by showing how much I wanted to run a household, feed and feed (not that I was a handyman on Hindi TV shows). At the same time, I have kept intact my avowed criticism of the hegemony of conjugality.

These hours of meditation spent in the home kitchen have taught me so much about gender and domestic work. Making roti, after all, is a busy process.

It was probably these memories, the intergenerational trauma of the thankless roti job, that made us look away. I shudder when I think about it, not that it’s a thing of the past. I cannot accept any unsolicited humor from men about rotis. Even the well-meaning romance around maa ke haath ki roti makes me angry

When I first started making rotis, I realized it was a skill to master. It comes with practice and patience. Yet there is an air of “awareness“Around her, none of the women around me has ever done too bad a roti. I often wonder when did they learn to do this? I know the answer, their whole life. There is a banality about rotis and the kind of women who make them. So the making of roti was “something that anyone can easily do” and at the same time “you leave it, i willFor the women who made them. To make rotis was to admit giving in to the expectations of the Indian patriarchy and I resisted it for so long.

Roti, along with kapda and makan, is part of the basic structure of Indian needs. It is at the heart of gender roles and national identity in our country. Older women in my family expect hot rotis from the wives of their young sons in return for all the roti work they put into their sons.

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Newly married sister came back from her sasural to tell us about the hundreds of roti she had to prepare for the farmhands (even at an advanced roti career, I don’t do a hundred rotis for ungrateful emblems of the patriarchy). There is something that the mechanical act of roasting does to women – a sort of numbness, exhaustion, frigidity. I remember one bhabhi once complained, “Didi, I don’t cook all these exotics because at the end they also expect roti”. In a family in northern India, how will you escape rotis?

I don’t remember being formally initiated into it, but it happened gradually. As a young girl watching my mother, I was expected to find chimta (this transformative character from Premchand’s Idgah) from a basket of utensils. Soon I will be graduating to do loyis. As a teenager, I experimented a lot in the kitchen much to my mother’s dismay. But I didn’t engage in the regular act of roasting before I left the house.

When I went to the inn, the importance of roti struck me. I sat in the mess of my hostel stating that I would be a rice farmer now. I went back on vacation in hot, round, puffy rotis. My mom was always ready to make hot rotis for my brother. “He doesn’t ask but eats an extra roti when it’s hot ”.

Why would the wisdom of my ancestors be reduced to nothing? Cooking, I believe, is not just a life skill or a hobby, it is work. And so I stand to work in the kitchen from which I have been exempt. Despite everything I say about hard work and patriarchy, I know it lives on in me – the failure of not being able to make the right rotis. On bad roti days, I comb the casserole dish to find the least successful roti to eat and place the best roti in my father’s thaali

I was visiting relatives stuffing an extra roti for the company of my cousins ​​taking advantage of the free roti work unmistakably offered by my bhabhis. It is the kindness of my roommates and our collective desire to cook together that made me want to perfect the rotis.

The women of the family often stand in unventilated kitchens, their sindoor making a red line across their noses. Their knees and back were now plagued with one disease or another. My male parents laughed at the rotis, complained about the delay in service, threw their thalis so the rotis weren’t done right.

It was probably these memories, the intergenerational trauma of the thankless roti job, that made us look away. I shudder when I think about it, not that it’s a thing of the past. I cannot accept any unsolicited humor from men about rotis. Even the well-meaning romance around maa ke haath ki roti makes me angry.

Now my friends, cousins ​​and nieces don’t want to go into the kitchen anymore. My niece said: “Bua, when they don’t ask my brother to do it, why should I?“Another cousin said,”Didi, if you go inside the kitchen, everything revolves around shaadi. “

I understand“I tell them.

The moment I walked into the kitchen I felt like I belonged. Every time I roti, I put the honor in the hands of my grandmothers. An ordinary tribute to their long career in the kitchen. Why should I let someone tell me that what my ancestors did all their lives is not a skill or has no economic value?

Why would the wisdom of my ancestors be reduced to nothing? Cooking, I believe, is not just a life skill or a hobby, it is work. And so I stand to work in the kitchen from which I have been exempt. Despite everything I say about hard work and patriarchy, I know it lives on in me – the failure of not being able to make the right rotis. On bad roti days, I comb the casserole dish to find the least successful roti to eat and place the best done rotis in my father’s thaali.

Silvia Federeci argues in Salary against housework,We leave this laudable effort to the “career woman, the woman who escapes her oppression not by the power of unity and struggle, but by the power of the master, the power to oppress – usually others. women”.

Is the cheap labor of a “HousemaidOr the unrecorded work of other women in the family? What really makes a woman a career independent? A professor of constitutional law once announced in class: “Roti makes you independent”. And what does that mean?

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Shraddha is a lawyer, Young India Fellow and researcher. She writes and translates poetry, fiction and non-fiction in English and Hindi.

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