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A peerless radiance

There was a flurry of activity in the kitchen. The aroma indicated a special meal was being prepared. The cook and his help were busy tending to their duties. The pressure cooker, full of hot air because of the special vegetable dish being cooked in it, glanced around at the other utensils and announced, “Look, I’m the most important one! The best dish is being cooked inside me.” Parambir Kaur writes.

punjab Updated: Sep 11, 2013 09:05 IST
Parambir Kaur

There was a flurry of activity in the kitchen. The aroma indicated a special meal was being prepared. The cook and his help were busy tending to their duties.


The pressure cooker, full of hot air because of the special vegetable dish being cooked in it, glanced around at the other utensils and announced, “Look, I’m the most important one! The best dish is being cooked inside me.”

The declaration set the other utensils thinking. Finally, the large kettle (handi) in which the dessert was being readied, responded triumphantly, “Oh, you’re so naïve. The prize dish is the pudding, which is the grand finale of the fare. I have the privilege of playing a role in its preparation. My dish will be garnished with precious dry fruits too.”

Quite alert by now, most of the utensils wanted to be one up in proclaiming their worth. They all started talking of their assets in exaggerated tones and a din of sorts ensued in the kitchen.

The spoons and ladles had not uttered a word so far. A designer steel bowl noticed this and taunted them, “The ladles and spoons have nothing to flaunt. So what can they talk about?”

A spoon mustered courage and said politely, “When people have to eat a vegetable or a dessert or anything else for that matter, they seek our help.”

For a moment, the braggarts were silenced. Taking advantage of the opportunity a ladle spoke up, “The spoon is right. Nothing can replace it.” It added further, “I am indispensable while cooking. Even when a preparation is to be taken out of a utensil into the serving dish, it is I who am needed. I am fortunate that the responsibility of serving langar (free community kitchen) falls on me.”

The ladle looked at the pressure cooker and kettle and said, “I am not trying to belittle you but even though I have nothing stored or cooked inside me, the pleasure and satisfaction I get from serving people, is beyond compare. I wonder if you have ever experienced that,” The ladle looked in askance at the two, its face aglow with a peerless radiance.

The conceited pressure cooker and the kettle were at a loss for words; they could only introspect.

Each creation plays a significant role, however small.