Maid in namma Bengalooru

Transitioning from Eco-space to WTR has drained all the creative juices in me. I don’t have a proper frame of mind to write anything these days. I am trying hard to write from past couple of days and it’s just not happening. I feel so incomplete. Anyways still getting used to the new workplace, currently nothing major has changed in terms of work, except for work culture, policies and facilities. I like their transport policy, where we have fixed people, who travel every day. It’s only three of us in my cab(S S S). The good 3 hours of drive in the cab gives us opportunity to discuss on random topics like life experiences, crib about traffic jams, exchange tips on job searches and also to vent out our frustrations. Today’s hot topic was about someone who is the most required person in everybody’s household, our lives comes to a standstill without them. Take a guess on who is that? Yes, it’s our house maids. Well I got to hear some interesting stories and I thought will share it with you all.

Maid 1:

The mistress went berserk when the maid didn’t turn up. She asked her the next day, “Can’t you inform me that you are not coming?” Maid replies, “Oh, I sent you an SMS saying I no come, didn’t you see my message?”

Wow what an idea Sirji! I am sure the maid is using Idea cellular service.

Maid 2:

The day she came for an interview, she said, “I only work from Monday to Friday. Don’t ask me to work on weekends; I won’t come even if you pay me extra money”.

Totally influenced by the IT culture.

Maid 3:

I need a salary hike because I come to work on my two-wheeler and the petrol price is touching sky.

Utilizing the time to earn more.

Maid 4:

Don’t serve me leftovers, it doesn’t suit my tummy. I have a very sensitive stomach.

Stay healthy and fit.

There is a crazy demand for maids in almost all the cities, especially when both couples are working and they don’t have sufficient time to do the daily chores. Gone are those days when maids had restrictions and were treated badly from their employers. I am very happy to see the transition in them. Today what we see is they are educated, financially independent, work really hard to support their families and fight for their rights. Fair enough, if they do justice to their work, all their demands are certainly fulfilled. The flip side to it is some people misuse the freedom and the trust given to them. We completely rely on them when we are away from home. Just to make some quick bucks they take a wrong route. We have heard and witnessed such stories. Right?

Let me know if you have anything interesting to share.

Image courtesy: Google

Have you ever wondered what happens if Spiderman visits Bangalore? Do you think he will survive? Let’s take a look at the reasons for his non survival:

1. The moment he lands on Bangalore roads in his costume, our stray dogs will bark and chase him away. He can’t jump and fly shooting the web, clinging to buildings since Bangalore doesn’t have many tall buildings. Even if he finds some, he might just get tangled between the electric, telephone, and cable wires or probably be electrocuted by touching the wires.
2. In the effort to rescue someone in a remote area or a village, the only mode of commuting is to huff and puff on a bicycle. He will never be able to reach the destination on time because of Bangalore’s traffic.
3. Imagine the torture of wearing that skin-fitting-hooded costume in Bangalore’s heat, humidity and unexpected rains.
4. He will be disappointed to see the look-alike-costumes/soft-toys selling at National market and on pavements for dirt cheap price.

Even if he survives with his super power and agility, do you think our people will allow him to stay?

1. Kumar swamy and Yeddyurappa will join hands on mission ‘Quit Spiderman movement’. If the mission doesn’t work, our honorable chief minister will allot a residential site in HSR layout and plead him to stay there permanently.
2. Pramod Muthalik might put a pressure on him to change his western costume to a dhoti as it’s against to Hinduism
3. If his costume is officially changed to a dhoti, our censor board will put a ban on that for excessive skin show.
4. Ramgopal Varma will fly down from Mumbai to make a movie on him casting opposite to Maria Susi Raj.
5. Yoga guru baba Ramdev would be threatened and go on yet another hunger strike to shoo him away.
6. Do we have some spider worshippers in India? They will probably protest for insulting Spider’s name.
7. All Bollywood, Tollywood, Mollywood and Sandalwood celebrities will be vexed about their endorsements.
8. TV9 will start an exclusive channel (24/7) to show live telecast of his whereabouts.

Meet the husband!

I have written almost about everyone who are near and dear to me on my blog, but never dedicated any post for my dearest hubby. When I used to write posts for ‘Thank you Fridays’, he used to always ask me “when are you thanking me”? I used to reply, “Why do I have to say it on the blog, don’t you know that? Isn’t it understood?”

Well I don’t think it works that way, instead of assuming, I should express that. How can I not dedicate a post to someone, who has dedicated his entire life to me? Isn’t it totally unfair?

Here I go with this post dedicated to my lovely husband Niranjan- spotless/pure that’s what it means. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me! I was waiting for an opportunity to dedicate a post for very long time, and now is the appropriate time. This is his home coming gift. It’s been three years that he was away from home. Finally, god has shown some mercy on us.

What can I say about him?

There is so much that I will fall short of words. He is one simple, sweet, patient, humorous, practical, boundlessly energetic, optimist, independent, highly disciplined person. I was impressed with him from the day I first met him! I was always cynical about arranged marriages. I was apprehensive about how the person would be, how I would live my entire life with someone whom I hardly know. My uneasiness was cleared once I met him and had a long discussion about everything under the sun. The very same day we decided that we can take the next step into our relation. After six months of courtship we decided to tie the knot. It’s been four long years and we are happily married. That’s how we met.

Sometimes I marvel about, how are we even together, when we have so many differences.He is a sane person while I am totally insane. He is calm and composed while I am unruly and hot-headed. He has so much patience while I am totally impatient. He has good control on his emotions while I cry at the drop of a hat. He always analyzes the situations while I make decisions in haste. He loves actions movies while I like romantic ones. He is a fitness freak while I consider exercising is punishment. I guess, as per the quantum theory, opposite poles always attract each other. We like & love each other because of the differences we have with each other. I am so grateful to him for everything that he has done to me. I have no words to explain my feelings. All I can say is that my life is incomplete without him.

Niranjan,

I truly, deeply missed you every single day. I can't tell you how I spent these three years without you (I know, it was a struggle for you as well). I am glad that you are back and put the smile on my face.

What I missed the most was your absence on festival days, weekends, trips, lonely nights, and whenever I saw couples together. What I enjoyed the most was bitter-sweet fights, lengthy-late-night phone conversations. What I hated the most was the days when you packed your bags, kissed good-byes and I watched you outside the airport. What I never want to see again is, not to stay away from you and shed anymore tears thinking about you.

When I look back, I know that we have missed quite a lot of things. Nonetheless, what I foresee is the good times ahead of us. The distance between us has helped us to grow our relationship even stronger. I am confident there is something good in store for us.

Love you forever :-)

Forgotten b'day

Neha ran towards the phone hoping its Rahul who is calling to wish her on the birthday. She was slightly disappointed when she saw it was her friend on the phone not the love of her life. After an hour, Rahul called, she was overjoyed looking at his name and picked up the phone. They spoke for about ten minutes and there were no signs of Rahul remembering her birthday. Neha was totally disappointed. She thought he is playing a game with her; maybe he wanted to surprise her later, decided to play along with him. She checked all her emails, there was nothing from Rahul. She logged into Facebook, there were hundreds of birthday wishes but her eyes only searched for Rahul’s. She half-heartedly replied to all the messages. The only thought running in her head was how come he forgot her birthday when they just spoke about it few days ago. It was still noon; she decided to wait till the end of the day. When she went to the office, she had a surprise party arranged by her colleagues. Though she was part of the whole celebrations, her heart only craved for Rahul, she needed to hear only from him. She was alone amongst everyone. In between Rahul did call her couple of times, he had no clue on what was going on. Neha felt like screaming at him but suppressed her anger.

She kept talking in her mind about what could be the reason that he has forgotten her birthday. May be for Rahul it’s just another day but for Neha it’s a special day. Is it such a big ask? How can anyone just forget their loved ones birthday?

Every time her phone beeped she still looked for Rahul’s name. Every five minutes, she refreshed her inbox but nothing from Rahul. She lost all the hopes on Rahul and came to terms that it was not a game and he has forgotten her birthday. It was time for Neha to go home. While she was lost in her thoughts, Rahul called her again informing her that he was going out for dinner with some friend. She was in no mood to talk to him. She hung up telling that she would talk to him the next day. By now, her heart ached by Rahul’s behavior. Her day was totally ruined. Those hundreds of wishes didn’t mean anything for her, she felt stupid. She was about to breakdown; she controlled all her emotions, reached home and locked herself in the room. Her mother asked her why was she upset, she said nothing to her. She couldn’t sleep, after tossing and turning over for a long time, finally she slept. She woke up in the middle of the night, the thoughts rushed back to her, she groped for her phone. Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks!