Culinary romance

My culinary skills got tested for the first time today.I made dal under dad's guidance in the afternoon though it was I who decided in how much amount the ingredients should be put in. Consequently dad was shouting all the time that I had put in too much 'dhaniya powder'. But being the cool customer I am, I believed in my ability and remembering mom and her culinary expertise, I went ahead with it. I waited patiently for it to cool down, ordered for 'missi rotis' from the restaurant and opened the pressure cooker thirty minutes after I'd turned the stove off. I prayed to mom and took the first gassa in my mouth. Wowwwww!I had not eaten such dal in ages; so tasty it was!!I woke my sleeping dad (who by the way wouldn't be eating it because he has a fever and because of it only I endeavored to fight the battle with the pressure cooker!) and told him what a great rookie chef his son was! He mumbled something (which I won’t get into) and got back to sleep.And in this way, I'd a hearty lunch. More so, because I was relieved that I'd not messed it up!But in the evening I found, to my dismay that I was supposed to make rotis too! Dad said it's not feasible to take rotis from restaurant every time (or even from the neighbours I was about to say, but I left at it)I've tried this before; not be a tough ask I thought to myself. Again, hoping that the endeavor will be successful like it was in the afternoon, I took on it with courage. Wasn't feeling very hungry. So target –five [as dad again wasn't eating because he had khichdi (or was it because he also doesn't fancy my cooking :-P)]Anyway, my ordeal began.

First roti: Srilanka (or Madagascar??) Perhaps both :-D
Second: Australia
Third and fourth rotisi: I don't remember much. But didn't resemble any geometric figure either!
Fifth one: aah! Finally something remotely close to what one calls a roti! Somewhat circular in shape. Looked like Hrithik Roshan among a bunch of Johnny Levers (apologies to Mr. Lever) Was made properly too. Oho! I remembered from made properly, when I sat down to eat them, the first four were absolutely pathetic! Half made, half baked or what ever you call it! Unpalatable is the word that comes to mind when I think of them. When I came down to the fifth one, my tongue was already down and so couldn't appreciate it's taste. I believe it would have given any roti good competition (the Hrithik Roshan. They say don't judge a person by looks!Can't say so in case of my rotis!!