The traditional concept
of family needs to be redefined. Earlier to constitute a family all that was
generally required was a male, a female and the fruits of their loins. But with
the advent of time a new non- blood related member has found her way into this
closely bound unit and that is a ‘KAAM WALI BAI’.
Recently I discovered
the sine qua non which determines the true maturity of a woman. When your
casual talks with your girls shifts from the customary ‘Who is the bitch we all
hate?’ to ‘Did your Bai come today?’ it is then that you realize that maturity
or reality has finally dawned upon you. This is the age of the Bai, and your
domestic life is handicapped without her.
We worship our Bai and
we do not ever mess with our Bai. The rules of traditional employment are
happily forgotten because her happiness is of our utmost concern. The Golden
words ‘Mein Aaa Gayi Didi’ is all it takes to brighten up your day because it
is she who keeps the balance of your house and her one uncalled holiday is a gazillion
times worse than third degree torture in jail.
We had found Utopia a
few months back, having found the perfect maid who was stupid enough to charge
less. My ears had their own private tantric orgasm everytime they heard the
sound of her footsteps entering our house. It was a beauty how she made sure
the broomstick touched every inch of the room and the mop licked the entire
house clean. The utensils smelled of Prill and smiled at me with satisfaction.
She was the domestic Goddess and I her devotee. But Utopian existence is too
good to be true and she left us to return back to her Tamil land. My
Switzerland turned into dusty Iraq.
Two days of her
absence, and my grandmother was lamenting by being on bed and praying for a
miracle. My mother had gone bonkers and was now blaming me for being the
useless bone who will be divorced by my future husband for not knowing a thing
or two about house cleaning. My father started going to office early to escape
the boiling temperature at home and came only late in the evening. My brother shut
himself in the room. The loss was unbearable.
I began circling my colony asking every random person I spotted if they knew a good maid whom I could possibly hire. Now Indian families are very possessive about their Bai’s because sharing your Bai results in her being tired and coming to your place late and not cleaning your house well. You cannot even scold her for it lest she deserts you. So even when they had a maid evidently cleaning their front porch, people lied to me about the non availability of a Bai. Traitors and Barbaric brutes!!!
Yesterday the balance
was restored, when our neighbours vacated their house and generously offered
the services of their maid to us. It was
the best goodbye gift ever!
The smell of Prill has
returned and the sound of broom as it sparkles up my house is back to tingle my
auditory senses. I have presented the best groomed broomsticks available in the
market at her service and the buckets are filled with water beforehand to make
it easy for her to mop. So what if she charges a few hundred bucks more and so
what if she orders me to make her tea everyday before she leaves. Isn’t it
normal? Please tell me it is.
Diamonds might be a girl’s
bestfriend, but if you truly love a woman, gift her a good maid. She would reward
you generously for that, if you know what I mean!!
P.S- I have the most
boring family ever. We visit the same restaurant everytime we feel like dining
out and we order the same stupid Butter Chicken, Nan and Veg Jalfrezi every
single time. Yesterday I admitted in a raised voice to my father about the
spiceless existence we have. This resulted in him rolling up his sleeve and
promising me a different restaurant and different meal yesterday night. He took
us to Indian Coffee House and we all had Masaladosa. Sigh!!!
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