Stirring passions, the Google way

It's a good thing Google has exited China. It's not as if I have been "officially" recruited to the "bash-Google" campaign. The reasons for my anti-Google feelings, rather, lie in the travails of my everyday life.

All in all, I had reached a measure of equilibrium in my life, till my husband discovered recipes on Google.

I love food. However, I'm a lot less enthusiastic about the logistics of putting it on the table. Growing up the youngest of three girls, I got away with doing very little in the kitchen. My "help" was restricted to the occasional peeling of onion and garlic, often absent-mindedly dumping the pods in the dustbin and standing with the skin in front of my livid Mom, washing the cutting board and knife, or the endless cups of coffee that did the rounds as my Mom and sisters slaved over their feast. The only time I had to do very much more than that was when my sisters got married and left home, but by then I had discovered the joys of instant noodles.