Skip to main content

Domestic helps: The backbone of Indian life

Homemakers in India are controlled by only one entity -  the kaamwali bai or the ubiquitous housemaid. India happens to be one country where manual domestic helps still run the show, unlike western countries where every chore is done through automation.

We still prefer to be dependent on the daily help who comes for an hour or so, and mops, cleans and washes with machine-like efficiency. Some lucky, or unlucky ones, as you look at it, have cooks too, who come and do the cooking. And mothers of very young children, and conversely, children of very old people, have ayahs who assist in managing the babies and the infirm.

I am sure that if these people stopped coming to our houses one fine day, our households would come to a standstill. In that way, you could say, they are the backbone of our domestic life. Our homes are spic and span, and we can go about our business with a free mind because of these people.

Every housewife's ultimate nightmare is the moment she hears those dreaded words from her maid "I am not coming for so and so days." Phut! There go her peace of mind and her good cheer in a jiffy! For the rest of the day, and on the days when she has to do the maid's work, you better stay away from stepping on her toes. Perennially in a foul mood during those days, she will give you a tongue lashing on the slightest provocation.

Yes, our homes run smoothly because these people are there to do the dirty work for us. The sight of messy dishes, soiled clothes, and dusty corners is enough to fill us with despair. But these people go about their jobs mechanically, grumbling occasionally, and ditching us routinely. Yet, can we blame them for doing the bunk? Most of them have family problems, far more pressing than ours, and if, one fine day, they decide to take a day off from their punishing work, can we blame them?

But I know I will still curse her if she doesn't turn up as expected. All our noble thoughts and great ideas go for a walk when it comes to dealing with our domestic helps.  

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Enough! No more rape!

The recent horrifying, stomach-churning incident in Kolkata is not a one-time aberration. It keeps occuring in our country. And we women are also responsible for this stinking rot in society. Ask yourself these uncomfortable questions. How many of you protest when a girl wearing "revealing clothes" is cat-called?  Did you show your support for our wrestlers protesting against a habitual offender? Did your blood boil when you saw pictures of our sisters in Manipur paraded naked?  When rapists are released from prison or routinely escape punishment, do you raise your voice? How many of you have tolerated violence or even casual sexism in your own home? Do you turn the other way when transgenders are leered at? Do you grin and bear it when the men in your family crack obscene jokes? Do Kathua and Hathras ring a bell? And lastly, how many of you thronged cinema halls to make misogynistic horrors like Animal and Kabir Singh blockbusters? I have asked myself and am distinctly feeli...

All We Imagine as Light- Lyricism on Celluloid

When an Indian film makes it the prestigious Cannes film festival, the world sits up and takes notice! And the lovely ladies swinging on the stage is a recent memory that brings a sense of pride. I had the good fortune to catch this film on screen recently. A review of such work is unnecessary, but still am bursting to say a few words. Right from the scintillating background score, to the events that unfold like pages fluttering in an open book, to the effortless performances, it's a masterpiece all right! The first half romances Mumbai- in the rains, at night, in the bazaars, in dingy rooms, in the local trains. Image source: Wikipedia  The second half shows what light truly is, brilliant sunshine, crashing waves and salty air in a small coastal village in Maharashtra. You can feel the taste of salt, the breeze in your hair and the touch of sand under your feet, the cinematography is so real. Payal Kapadia masters the art of holding back, of showing beauty in the mundane. The hosp...

Of Chinars, Snow-Capped Mountains, and Kahwah - Srinagar

Kashmir - Heaven on Earth , was on my travel destination list from God knows when. Maybe from the time I watched " Kitni khubsurat yeh tasveer hai " from the Hindi film Bemisal? Or maybe those picture-perfect images they showed of the Dal Lake, shikaras, the impossibly green valleys surrounded with white peaks on Doordarshan? Or was it earlier, since the time I watched Shammi Kapoor serenading Sharmila Thakur with " Yeh chand sa roshan chehera " on  a shikara, from the film Kashmir Ki Kali? And who can forget " Yeh haseen vaadiya, yeh khula asmaan " from Roja - the first mainstream film to address the elephant in the room - that of growing terrorism in this beautiful paradise? To me, Kashmir symbolized the ultimate natural heaven, that elusive chimera that remained out of reach for ordinary people like us for more than thirty years. And when something is unreachable, it becomes irresistible. So, for my silver jubilee anniversary,  it was obvious that I wan...