OK i must admit i miss my cook and cleaning lady like hell. I left
India just 3 years back, the fist year i would wake up every Sunday and
almost bellowed "Madhuri ......plllllzzzzzzzzz ek cup Coffee lay aa"π³
BUT if its help that attracts you let me tell you of my experience and
the experience of millions in India that employ help at home.
(the smallest violin in the world plays in the back ground as a narrate this)
My sweet Madhuri (cook)and Laccho(cleaning lady) would take leave exactly on those days i
would tell her i am expecting guests over. Infact i stopped telling her
just to surprise her. But she was a hard nut to crack, she would walk
in , see the crowd in my living room and immediatelly tell me how ill
her son was !!π
She always planned a leave when i was ill. Her husband fell ill too. Its like we had some sort of spirtual connection.π
My Laccho would break more and clean less. When i would scold her she
would " Koi baat nahin .....hota hai ...hota hai !!" Areeeeee shouldn't i
be saying it ???!!!???π
My most stressfull moments were Diwali, Holi, Eid, Christams and all
major holidays. We are especially expected to give them bonus + a gift
+ some mithai + A new saree. I would spend days stressing on what gift
to give - cooker preasure or a room cooler. But what ever i gave was
always not even a bit as good as what Mrs.Sharma gave her.π
Madhuri suddenly falls ill............my pressure goes up thinking how will i manage !!ππ
Laccho wants to quit !!! I am suddenly bed ridden as the thought even makes me ill.π
Haan ji so the point is having help was great but the stress never made it a great plus point !!
I realised if i learnt to be independant with out help i am 100 times happier !!
Now you spoke of public transport !!!!! Trust me if you are not born
and brought up to use a public transport you can't step into one. π€’
I used DTC's( Delhi transportation Authority) in my college days. I
often had my perv's rubbing their * gross* on me from behind. This is
every girls story.I had to run in and catch the bus before the driver
got his bus moving. There is no leg room to stand you are mostly packed
like sardines !! In the section where it says " For women only"
You
had young men always sitting there. If you asked them to vacate , i had
one tapori respond after looking at me in jeans and t- shirt " Tum to
Mahila nahin ho......so why should i get up"I was π‘.....now i am ππ !!
I switched to auto's.................my pressure started to rise again
fighting with the auto walas because their meter was rigged, because he
deliberately took a long route to make money, or said " Madam i have no
change " when i gave him a big note !!!!! Once an auto wala threw money
at my face because i told him i will only pay by the meter card. He
said so π€¬ off !! Take your money and drove off !! I was happy to have gotten a free ride !!ππ What an idiot auo wallah !!π
My point - I LOVE India!!!! If i go back i will go back to be with my
family and to be with my own fellow country men !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trust me
neither do servants attract me nor does the sucky public transportation
system !!π
Originally posted by: momogrl21
Being born and brought up in America, I do not
think it is the best place to live. When I go to India,
I see how much easier it is there. You do not need
to own a car because of the many transportation
methods. Even middle class families have someone to
clean the house, wash dishes, etc. In America, just
thinking of a maid would cost a lot. In India, you have
someone to pick up clothes to be ironed, someone to
deliver your stuff from the market, someone to take your
lunch to you, and soo much more! In American you have to
take care of everything yourself which can lead to a very
stressful life! I know many young people in India have dreams
to move to the US and get a job...but I think they should be
really happy to be livng in their homeland with their own
people π
Edited by Aparna_BD - 17 years ago
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