For the love of cookers

Disclaimer : characters and incidents in this post are NOT fictional and entirely true.

Yes. I've been wanting to write this post for quite sometime, and have been waiting for the phase to pass, but it never did and feels like forever. So here I go. Yes, our boys love cookers. And they have a special language with them, a special life no mortal can penetrate.
We have five cookers in the house, mommy, baby, steel uncle, black uncle and soup. It took awhile for me to memorize this. What makes it more complex is the gibberish that goes with them. Each cooker has a specific sound and thats not hiss. The mommy cooker goes lullll, the baby cooker goes prezaaa, the black uncle cooker aalowaaza goes, the steel uncle goes mill, and the soup goes roowee. Yes you read me right. Maybe we should buy an electric cooker and they start playing songs from YouTube? Oh i missed the idly cooker, and in case you're wondering, it goes violin. Im sure. And everytime I put any one of them on the stove, i have a quiz on it, at something worse than a gunpoint - a temper tantrum. I cannot get it wrong. Its the holy book, the holy language and I need to speak it. No second thoughts.
One fine morning, fate conspired upon me and I wanted to make biryani. I rummage into the shelf and pick the right cooker. It made a slight noise and both T1 and T2 appear at the kitchen door, as though they had apparated. "Amma what cooker is that?". Erm. Im sweating now frantically applying the google search algorithm in my mind, heck no hits. "Its the steel uncle cooker baby..." followed by claps. I just felt like I won a million dollars in lottery. "Amma what sound does it make?" I can see the voice is already raised. My legs start trembling, and I silently wished the earth beneath me would part and engulf me. "Lullllllll.." and i dont know what hit me after, because the wail was ultrasonic, and moments later i hear knocking at the door. It was my neighbors and they thought the fire alarms had gone.
I settle the boys down, erase the white board on the fridge, ask them and write it down. After i saw that look on my neighbor's face, i cannot afford one more mistake. Oh and a couple of weeks back we made some lifestyle changes switching a part of our cooking to earthen pots. The big one has been christened Siya and the smaller one as Ziva.

Im glad the infants dont make any kind of noises. Yet.

Cheers,
Hopie