When you are born in a Brahmin Family, you end up doing numerous things without any reasoning. And if you dare try asking for an explanation your parents just go wild and always say these words and shut you up.
“You are not allowed to argue with us. Just do as you are asked to. We respected our parents so much. We never stood in front of them like this and questioned them. Look at your audacity. How dare you question like this?”
26 years and I am still not able to figure out certain things we do. Before I narrate a few instances, I think I should tell you the meaning of the word “Musre”.
“Musre“ in Kannada is one of the favorite words of my parents , grandparents , in-laws and everyone, expect for me and my husband and our generation people who do not seem to or rather do not want to understand that concept.
After questioning a lot of people, I finally got the answer from one of my far related cousin. “Musre” means anything cooked with water.
Rules to follow when you eat
So here are some funny things you have to follow while you are eating food.
- None of the vessels containing cooked food should touch or even be within a radius of 1 inch of each other. Reason – “Musre”.
- You are not supposed to move or lift your plate. Even if the person serving food is sitting miles apart and he/she is almost going to fall over everything while serving food, you should not move your plate. Reason – unknown.
- Your plate should not touch your body. If it does it is a crime, be prepared to listen to the music for the next half an hour. “How many times should I teach you, not to do such things?”
- Whenever you want to serve curd or pickle or chutney pudi, after you have touched a vessel containing Musre, you have to wash your hand. Our ancestors have found an amazing shortcut for it though. Just pour 2 drops of water next you before you sit to eat, and every time you want to serve something, touch the water and then touch the vessel. Touching the water is equivalent to washing your hands.(weird but have to do it )
Rules become even more stringent when grandparents are around
Milk and Curd and raw veggies do not fall into the Musre category , everything else do. Until my granny started living with us in our house, the only Musre rule I was aware of , was the one to be followed while eating. Then one day when granny came home, I was enlightened with more Musre details.
Scene:
Granny asks me to make her some coffee. I went to the kitchen, made coffee and forgot to keep the milk back in the refrigerator. After some time granny enters the kitchen and you can hear a loud “Ayoo ramaaaaaaaaaaa”. Mom runs into the kitchen, I follow her thinking granny might have hurt herself.
When I enter the kitchen granny is furious. What is this? She asks. “WHY HAVE TO KEPT MILK WITH MUSRE?” she shouts at mom. Mom looks at me with such anger, her eyes are so wide that I thought they may just fall off any second. “HOW MANY TIMES SHOULD I TEACH YOU THIS, CANT YOU KEEP MILK AWAY FROM MUSRE?” Mom and granny both left the kitchen discussing the details of the crime I had just committed, whilst I stood there sinking in the new Musre detail.
Rules become worse when you get married to another Brahmin
I consider myself extremely lucky since the day I married Ravi. My in-laws are damn friendly and pamper me more than my parents. Since I got married, I never really had to bother about cooking. But just a few months after I got married, my in-laws had to go meet their daughter in Germany. And I was in charge of the kitchen for 3 months.
My father in-law called me and yet again enlightened me about Musre. This was what he told.”Nodamma , navvu irolla, please musre padarthagalanna fridge volage idabeda” . In English this means “Look dear, we won’t be in town for some time, but please do not keep anything Musre in the fridge”.
I told him, tell me what not to keep and I won’t keep. And here came the list: “Rice, Sāmbhar, cooked vegetables, dal, rotis, chutneys” etc. I was like OK. What can I keep in the refrigerator now? That become a costly affair, I had to buy a new refrigerator for my floor, so that I could keep whatever I wanted.
I think I better stop here. Will write more soon. Don’t worry , will not write about Musre againJ