Our New Fridge
My new Samsung double-door-full-height-fridge
is annoyingly religious. It keeps ringing the puja bell, warning me often to
close the door, as if it is time for the deity inside to be dressed up or some
special puja to be performed. But I like the fridge: it is really voluminous
and I can store lots of things. In fact, it is so big (compared to the one we
had earlier) that I have started keeping things Maida floor, Bombay or Idly Rava
and the like. And when I need them, I forget that I have kept them in the
fridge, look for them in the kitchen shelves and re-order, running into
duplicate supplies.
It is so large that it
reminds me about the vault in banks. Sometimes I think it is too big an
investment in terms of size and cost. Had it been a safe vault, would I have
been blessed with enough money to stuff it in?
The fridge is indecently
intolerant about handling power cuts. Wants to be fed all the time, with
electricity. If there are power failures,
even for short durations, that we are blessed with through the courtesy of
TSSPDCL, the fridge is wary of preserving anything fresh. And who benefits, if
I want to dispose of before the stuff becomes inedible? The servant maids, of
course.
In the nights if I happen to
pass into the kitchen, the fridge reminds itself of its presence by a small
continuous buzzing sound, making me feel comfortable that I am not alone – I
have company of sorts.
In TV serials, the fridge is
a silent spectator to many acts of villainy: Readily provides a bottle of
poison. And at times tempts the villain
to add salt to Sambar / Rasam / curry. Sometimes helps him substitute a bottle
of squash with – you know what! Fortunately, my fridge is not worried about
villains as our family has just two members - mutually trusting father and
daughter!
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