Al-Watan newspaper have been on a roll with their cartoons recently.

Man: black is the king of colors, and a sign of modesty.
Woman: ok, so why don’t you and your son wear the king of colors?

Saleswoman? Noooo
Housemaid? Disgrace
Nurse? Shame
Misyar wife? Done

The police nabbed a television actress on Saturday after she beat and burnt her 10-year-old maid because the child had been “caught eating”, an official said.

The actress, Urvashi Dhanorkar, has been accused of brutally assaulting 10-year-old Rameshwari, locking up the child at home and employing a minor as a labourer, said a duty officer of Amboli police station in Andheri west.

“The victim has been sent for a medical check-up and we are awaiting the reports,” he said.

The officer said Rameshwari was brought to Mumbai from Amravati last April on the pretext that she would be given an education. However, she was forced to work as a maid in Urvashi’s home in the posh Royal Palms Complex in Versova.

A week ago, Urvashi reportedly caught Rameshwari eating. The actress banged the child’s head against a wall and burnt her arms, he added.

Thereafter, Rameshwari was confined at home and allowed outside only a couple of days ago. Some neighbours and social activists noticed the physical abuse she had undergone and took her to the police.

Rameshwari told reporters that she was never given sufficient food and had been physically abused and tortured repeatedly in the past few months.

Urvashi was produced before a magistrate in Bandra Saturday afternoon and bailed out after posting a Rs.10,000 surety, the officer added.

This is the third instance of abuse of a domestic help in Andheri region in the past three months.

Actor Shiney Ahuja was nabbed for raping his maid servant in his Versova home in June. In July, three activists of Maharashtra Navnirman Sena (MNS) were nabbed for gang-raping a minor domestic help in a garden in Andheri east.

I got his idea of creating an image of a bored housemaid. I must apparantly been carring a story – because a bipolar immidately raised as the image was finsihed construced. The title and the bipolar became – Bored housemaid is having fantasies.

The sequence that occured after I posted the pic in flickr is interesting in a metaperspectiv. The comments revealed the need for a story, or they confirmed that a story was going on. Mostly I do think this was based in the bipolarized title of the picture.

I made a new pcture, I saw that the story had to go on. My story planned was not the story revealed. I needed a prop, just to focus on the housemaid part and I brought in a broom. Aha, for the readers of the pic, it became a story about a (sexual) story between the housemaid and the broom. The brook became the structural element of the story.

For me it is facinating to see what story actutally is in the telling.

I will post the whole story here, when the last pic is taken.

i was very eager to get up and out of the house this morning so that i could get to Mistress Ana’s house, slip into my maid’s clothing and get on with Her housework.  All was going well after my wife left home early meaning i could slip straight into the white lace bra and thong and pull on some white stockings, stay-ups with lace and a cute bow at the top.  i even put on a pair of black patent Mary Jane’s to drive across town in and wore them about the house while i had my breakfast and collected the other items i needed to take with me which today included my laundry, the breast pump and two pairs of shoes that i had had repaired for Mistress Ana.  Unfortunately, although i was ready to leave well before 8.00am, i had some work related issues to deal with first and they took longer than i expected and so it was 8.00am before i got away.  Add to that the traffic was bad for some reason and so it was almost 8.45 by the time i arrived.

To my consternation, there was a red utility parked where i would normally park and i felt apprehensive that perhaps Mistress’ son was still home.  In any event, i entered the house and found that if he was, he was not in evidence.  However there was plenty of evidence for his existence!  He had left a full laundry basket outside his door and there were empty glasses, bottles and cans liberally spread all around the house.  Someone had had a party i guess.  So, first things first, i changed into my maid’s clothes, black patent stiletto heels with ankle strap, a black mini-skirt, black blouse, white apron, red wig plus i decided on wearing slutty silver hooped earrings and my ladies watch to keep check on time.  Then, i put i my own laundry on a delicate cycle that took just over an hour.  While that was washing, i began tidying the house, first collecting all of the empty bottles and cans and removing them to the dustbin.  i had planned to clean the balconies and balcony furniture for the two balconies that i had not had time to do last week and it was just as well for the front balcony had been used for entertaining and was in real need of tidying and cleaning.  There were also a stack of dishes, some clean, some dirty and some i was unsure about.  So, i loaded the dishwasher with those items i was sure were dishwasher safe and hand washed the rest.  i cleaned the main front balcony first and the smaller balcony on the side of the house second.  While doing this, i took time to go down to the laundry and hang out my bras and panties in the garden once the first cycle had finished and load the machine with Mistress’ son’s clothes and set them washing.  i hung my clothes in the garden because it was such a beautiful warm and sunny day i felt sure they would dry before i had to leave.  i collected Mistress’ clothes that i had washed last week from the line in the garage and took them upstairs, planning to iron them today if i had time or next week if not.  i noticed that most of the items of Mistress’ son that i had washed last week had been reclaimed from the line.

Time really flew by and at 11.00am i took a break for coffee and to pump my breasts.  It is exactly a week now since i got the pump and i have used it regularly every 3 hours or so but so far, in spite of the domperidone and the fenugreek, there has been no sign of even a drop of milk.  However, i am not discouraged and will continue with it.  i need to get some more domperidone which means a trip to the doctor for a prescription.  i cannot go to my own doctor without arousing suspicion and i doubt he would give me such a prescription without making a lot of enquiries or asking me to have other tests done as to why i am nauseous.  So, i have decided i will go to a clinic nearby and come clean.  i plan to ask the doctor for domperidone on the pretext that my partner has just had a baby and that we both thought it would be great if i could breast feed also and, having researched this on the internet have discovered that with domperidone it may be possible.  This way, i hope to be able to get repeat prescriptions so that i can take it regularly.  We shall see what transpires.

i finished cleaning both balconies and their furniture, hung the laundry to dry in the garage, unloaded the dishwasher, left those items i had hand washed to drain and dry for most of them i was unsure as to where they belonged.  i swept the floors of the hallway and lounge and cleaned any marks by hand.  i did not have time to do the whole lot with the steam cleaner so decided to at least make them look presentable this week and to give them a proper clean next week.  Before leaving, i collected my now dry washing from the outside line, emptied the trash and then weeded a part of the garden on my way out.

i left just before 1.00pm after a very enjoyable 4 hours or so of being a housemaid.  i felt very happy and content that i had not only satisfied my need to be “en femme” but also because i had served Mistress Ana, even in Her absence.  It feels good to belong to Her and to do things for Her.

Today i felt very pink and chose a pink lace bra with dark pink lace panties to wear beneath my male outer clothes. While at my desk, i wore bright pink ballet flats and pale pink socks on my feet.  For some reason, today i felt especially feminine.  Could it be the pills?  i don’t know but i am definitely getting frequent “tingles in my tits!”  i know that i shall be oh so very disappointed if the pills and breast pump are not successful in making me lactate.  This has now become a major goal for me and i just hope that Mistress Ana can find and get hold of a breast pump for me soon.

Nothing significant to report today as i am working flat out to try and get a report finished in the hope of freeing up some time to visit and serve Mistress Ana again soon.

So, i thought i might post some of my thoughts on being a sissy and how my definition of being a sissy compares to the definition in Mystress World.

In all honesty, there can be no doubt that i am a sissy for in answer to the defining questions:-
Do i love women so much that something inside me makes me want to honour femininity by embracing its mannerisms and style of dress myself?  Do i want to dress, feel or be .. the woman for myself .. and the woman it will please?

Most definitely, i adore women and everything about them, the way they dress, their perfume, the way they move and i place them on a pedestal, i adore them so much.  They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and that is exactly right in my case.  i have spent such a large part of my life desperately trying to be feminine in spite of the taboos of society being stacked up against me. i am sure that had i been born 20 years later or had been able to access the wealth of information regarding gender dysphoria and transgenderism, i would have undergone a sex change while still single or, alternatively, had i been lucky enough to have found a Domme interested in feminising me, become Her totally feminised shemale slave. So yes, i want it both for myself and for the Domme who would want me to be so.

Do i walk like a girl? Do i sit like a girl? Do i talk like a girl? Have i the mannerisms of a girl?

i love pink and dressing and sitting like a girl even when bearded

Ohhhh Yesss!  When “en femme” i do walk like a girl and sit like a girl but even when in my male clothes, whenever the opportunity arises to do so without embarrassment, i will practice walking, sitting and talking like a girl.  i also typically brush what little hair i have left like a girl.  However, i want more than just to look and act like a woman, i have always wanted breasts.  my nipples are large and sensitive – i used to think that there was a direct link between them and my cock for just playing with my nipples was enough to give me a huge erection.  i want also to suffer like a woman.  i have long been fascinated by menstruation and have dabbled in simulating the pain and discomfort that women go through, feeling bloated, enlarged breasts, heavy flow and stomach cramps.  What i can achieve is clearly not the same but it is a close approximation and has taught me much more respect for women and empathy with them when they are in that part of their cycle.

i also empathise with the woman who is there to satisfy her husbands sexual appetite and so love to feel sexually used either by a Domme or even by another male.  i need to show my total submissive feminine side to whoever, Master or Mistress, though prefer it to be Mistress.  Yes, i do want to be the submissive wife of yesteryear, or the housemaid, and am in no doubt that i am indeed a sissy boy.  i wear panties all of the time, a bra also very often.  i dress fully as often as i can in my circumstances, and practice walking, standing, sitting and bending down like a girl.  i am intrigued by Mistress World’s set of “lady trainers” and would love to know more and perhaps experience them.

Yes, training, i know also that i have an enormous amount to learn.  Most girls grow up under the guidance of their mother and gain their ideas of style and taste, etiquette etc, from their mother.  The feminine side of me has not benefited from the luxury of a mother figure and so i know that there are many aspects of my femininity that are missing or at best, still rough around the edges.  So, i have long hoped and prayed that one day i would become the sissy maid slave to someone who would take me and mould me in the finer arts of femininity.  i have been so lucky in that respect recently for first Goddess Joyce, then Lady Dynah, and now Mistress Ana have all been wonderful in that regard.

As to why a Domme would like to train a sissy boy? i cannot answer that but can only say that i am glad and grateful that they do so for whatever reason.  Maybe it is the latent lesbianism – i know that if i were a woman i would be a lesbian and i think of myself now as a male lesbian if that makes sense.  i am bisexual and always submissive to women and to most other men.  While i do not look for male sexual partners i am not uncomfortable with the idea of serving a Master as His feminised sissy but would always prefer to be owned by a Lady.  The core of me simply is and wants to be recognised as a female irrespective of my outer appearance.

i know i am a sissy and will always be a sissy.

It is indeed a queer quirk of fate that actor Todger Grabbit finds himself today behind bars, accused by his bai of fishing in forbidden waters.  To the utter consternation of Mr. Grabbit perhaps, the bars in this case are made of steel, and are not the usual assembly of glass topped tables with cushioned chairs and hovering bartenders. Apparently, Todger Grabbit weaseled into illicit territory while attempting to his hook his libidinous line with his bai’s innocent sinker, and when the police took him into custody, he was reportedly trying to fix his blemished rudder with oil stains all over it.  

Now, for the uninitiated, the word bai refers to a female domestic help in Indian households. Such a person, as a rule, is believed to possess a multitude of sweeping, unconditional rights conferred automatically upon her from the day she condescends to extend her estimable services in exchange for an ample salary. This includes holding an entire household to ransom over the right to avail unlimited casual leaves and the right to demand generous grants of credit and consumables at bai-monthly intervals. Most Indian households, particularly in the metropolitan cities, are strictly bai-polar, where the word of the bai is final and bai-nding. Understandably, no one messes with their clan, let alone even think of flexing bai-ceps before them or rubbing them in either right or wrong ways. Wrath of a bai is horror personified, as Todger Grabbit is now realising to his utter humiliation.

Mr. Grabbit’s wayward, and in a way, inexplicable behavior is increasingly being attributed to a few of his earlier films, in which he was shown cavorting amorously with assorted seductresses in wanton acts of unbridled lust. Sins Since then of course, Mr. Grabbit has come a long way, grabbing a Filmfare Award or two on the route and generally coming to be accepted as an acceptable actor. As his co stars emphatically point out, Mr. Grabbit sported a wholesome reputation on the whole and was known to keep his boat usually under wraps, at an arm’s length from raunchy vessels bobbling in alluring waters. As to why Mr. Grabbit chose to rip away from his fairly steady anchor and run after a wild goose so late in married life, is definitely a puzzle for human bai-logists to mull over.

His defense counsel may argue that poor Todger was an innocent bai-stander in the whole sordid affair, and that all evidences that otherwise point to a forced one night bai-stand are utterly fabricated. Perhaps, it was merely bai-chance that Mr. Grabbit happened to be at home when the domestic help was rubbing away at the floor hard, in a sincere attempt to make it shiny and lustrous. Perhaps Mr. Grabbit was seized by a philanthropic urge to lend a hand in her chores, and that the passionate chorus which resulted was a bai-product of those messy laws of physics involving forced vibrations and unnatural frequencies. Or that Todger was merely riding a bai-cycle in his loving living room and inadvertently lumped into the lass in question, the bai-cycle’s handle doing all the grimy damage. The counsel may also argue that the congress was consensual to begin with, and the alarm which was raised afterwards was the result of failed bai-lateral negotiations. Whichever the case may be, for once, Spongebob has been apprehended without his square pants in place.

Whatever may be the truth, Mr. Grabbit’s career appears pretty blighted for the moment. Licking illicit grape juice is an infinitely more heinious crime than, say, ferrying guns with roses. If the charge is proved, Mr. Grabbit will spend the next decade or so mending his tattered sails in undignified confinement. He may, perhaps, redeem his image later by writing a truthful autobaiography, confessing to his sins. His distraught wife, who is putting up a brave face and an impassioned fight at the moment, will eventually wipe away her tears and get on with the task of bringing up their child. It may also happen that Mr. Grabbit’s counsels manage to make him wriggle out of the bai-gamy charge through some loophole in the bai-laws of the Indian Penile Penal Code.

All characters and situations mentioned in WFTG are figment of the author’s flatulent imagination. Any resemblance to characters alive or dead or somewhere in between is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Weekend, I strolled in Akihabara with the camera. In this district, there are a lot of very interesting scenes. Akihabara is a major shopping area for electronic, computer, anime, and otaku goods, including new and used items.

When I went to Akihabara from the Suehirochō Station, much Skyscraper could be seen, and I was surprised for it to be tinged with the aspect of the cyber- city completely. In the back alley boys who shouldered the rucksack are a lot, and girl of the housemaid appearance to distribute the flyer. Their expressions had the sense of urgency somewhere.

Many old small factories in town remained in the back street. If it turns, a skyscraper appears. Such contrast is the scenery which is often in Tokyo.

A day after Shiney Ahuja was accused of rape by his maidservant, police arrested the 36-year-old Indian Bollywood actor early on Monday andProduced him in the Andheri magistrate’s court. The actor, who debuted in `Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi’ and went on to act in films such as `Gangster’ and `Woh Lamhe’, was remanded in police custody till Thursday.
Police told that they were awaiting results of medical tests to establish if the maid was below 18 and a minor. Doctors at the police hospital told that tests showed she was 17 to 18, which left the matter ambiguous.
The maid lodged a complaint on Sunday, alleging that Shiney raped her when the two of them were alone at home. Police sources said that Shiney’s wife Anupam Ahuja hired the maid about a month-and-a-half ago. Anupam was out of town when the alleged incident occurred. Two other hired helps, a cook and a full-time maid, were not at home.
The complainant told the police that she had come for domestic work to Ahuja’s flat. The actor’s wife was not at home. “He took me into his bedroom, gagged and raped me,” the victim is believed to have said in the FIR. The incident took place between 3 pm and 5 pm on Sunday. “The complainant told the police that she was traumatized after the incident and went to her relatives’ place that along with the girl then approached the police station,” said DCP Niket Kaushik.
The maid reportedly told police that Shiney had made advances towards her on Saturday afternoon but she resisted him. On Sunday, he allegedly called her into his room asking for water. When the victim went in with a glass of water, the actor locked the room from inside and allegedly gagged and raped her. The girl alleged in her complaint that thereafter, Shiney locked her in the room for two hours before letting her go.
As the maid left the house crying, the actor’s next-door neighbors enquired if there was a problem. She allegedly narrated a bit of the story to them. The Oshiwara police have recorded the statement of the neighbors.
The victim then went to her relatives’ place and later approached the Oshiwara police. The police picked up Shiney for questioning from his residence on Sunday. Shiney was arrested at 4.25am on Monday under Indian Penal Code sections 376 (rape), 342 (wrongful confinement) and 506 (death threat).

Police alleged the actor threatened to kill the girl if she disclosed the incident to anyone. Niket Kaushik, zonal deputy commissioner of police, said, “He did some inappropriate acts on Saturday, but the victim had let it go. But on Sunday, he raped her when he found her alone in the house.”
The actor’s full-time maid had reportedly gone to church about two hours before the incident took place. Police are likely to make the actor’s two servants witnesses in the case.
The police have sealed the actor’s flat, which will be handed over to the family once forensic experts complete their investigation. On Monday, forensic experts visited the flat along with the police and collected evidence. They will examine the flat for the next few days.
Police said Shiney was not cooperating with the investigation. Kaushik said, “We are interrogating him about the incident. We are not satisfied with his replies.”

Early life

Shiney Ahuja was born in New Delhi. Shiney’s father is from army background and mother hails from Kerala. His early schooling was done at St. Xavier’s School, Ranchi, where after, he studied at The Army Public School, Dhaula Kuan, New Delhi. Ahuja’s initial plans were to join the armed forces. But soon thereafter, Shiney was attracted to Theater and while studying at Hans Raj College from 1992-1996, University of Delhi, he joined the Barry Johns Acting School in Delhi. Sometime after 1996, Shiney Ahuja moved to Mumbai.

Career

Shiney Ahuja, before making his debut in films Shiney did modeling and some commercial adverts. He then appeared in a music video for the British Asian band Stereo Nation.Ahuja made his acting debut with the critically acclaimed Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi which debuted at various film festivals in 2004 and was released in theaters in 2005. The film won Shiney Ahuja rave reviews and was viewed as one of the best films of that year. In 2006 Ahuja was awarded Best male debut by Film fare Awards, Screen Awards, IIFA Awards, Zee Cine Awards and Stardust Awards for his performance. He however grew more familiar with mainstream audiences with Karam (2005), where he starred alongside John Abraham and Priyanka Chopra.He then became popular with his title role in Mahesh Bhatt’s Gangster. Police Arrested Shiney Ahuja in connection with a rape case. Ahuja’s teenaged domestic maid lodged an FIR against the actor alleging that he had raped her while they were alone at the actor’s flat.

Personal life

Shiney Ahuja is married to Anupam Ahuja (née Pandey), from Delhi, of Bihari descent^[. They have a son, born in 2007.Bollywood’s rising star Shiney Ahuja, who was arrested here late Sunday night for allegedly raping his maid, has been sent to a three day police remand.Shiney, who was presented before the court on Monday has been sent to police remand till 18the June under the order issued by Andheri Court. The actor’s viscera report is still awaited. Meanwhile, Ahuja will have to stay at the Oshiwara police station, which is incidentally right opposite his residence. Earlier on Sunday, the actor’s 18-year-old maid had lodged a complaint alleging rape charges on Shiney with the Oshiwara police station in Andheri (West) on Sunday evening, and police had summoned and detained Ahuja for questioning which eventually lead to his arrest. The actor has been booked under section 376 (rape), section 339 (wrongful restraint) and section 506 (threatening to kill the victim) of the Indian Penal Code (IPC).

Awards

• 2006: Screen Awards: Most Promising Newcomer – Male – Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi
• 2006: Zee Cine Award for Best Male Debut- Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi
• 2006: IIFA Awards: Best Debut- Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi
• 2006: Stardust Awards: Best debut actor- Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi
• 2007: IIFA Awards: Best Actor (Critics) – Gangster
• 2007: Society Young Achiever’s Award – Gangster
• 2008: Kalakar Awards: Best actor – Khoya Khoya Chand

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Housemaid gue nyamperin gue yang lagi sibuk bikin tugas tadi malam. Tiba-tiba dia cerita banyak sama gue. Dia bilang betapa dunia sekarang sudah berubah. Betapa manusia pun kini telah menjadi lain. Gue yang sambil sibuk ngetik tugas, ikut berfikir, iyayah, betapa segalanya sekarang telah beda dengan dulu.

Dulu, dia bilang, cuma butuh uang 25 rupiah buat jajan sehari. Hahaha, sekarang? Ngga usah ditanya. Dan dia juga bilang, dulu, manusia ngga sebanyak ini, jadi kompetisi itu hal yang tabu. Sekarang? Semua orang harus berlomba2 buat tetap hidup. Buat tetap eksis bahkan untuk sekedar mengisi perut.

Begitulah. Dunia yang semakin modern ini juga membuat segalanya tidak sesederhana masa lalu. Gue suka sama semua hal di masa lalu gue. Bandung yang masih dingin. Harga-harga yang masih murah. Orang yang ramah tamah. Tapi yang paling gue inget, dulu itu, ngga ada orang stres yang memutuskan bunuh diri adalah jalan yang terbaik.

Dahuuluuuu..

Kurindu dahulu..

Oh dahulu kala..

Dahulu..

Dahulu. By Mary Jane.

photo source:herman -plaatjes.nl

Let me warn you that this is probably going to be the most scattered blog I have on such a touchy subject. At this moment, I am sitting infront of my pc and thinking how to write this entry... and I had a not so pleasant phonecalls from a friend.

 There were two girls I knew from my hometown who are now working in Manila– the capital of Philippines;  Sharon (22 yrs. old) work as a housemaid or let’s say an all- around househelper. I said all- around because she babysit, do some household chores and when she’s done with the chores she’ll watch the internet shop owned by the mother -inlaw. And guess what! Her monthly salary is 2,000 pesos (more or less $42).  

And the other girl Marjie  (19 yrs.old) work in the little sari sari store. She also got the salary of 2,000  pesos each month. They are both stay-in househelpers. Before they went to Manila, the employers offered them money as a cash-advanced for the family who left behind… so generous.. isn’t it.  And they were told that the plane tickets ,  the lodging and so as their basic needs are free… so it was really a very lovely convincing story for girls like them looking  for fate. 

The day they arrived was great. They received a very heartfelt welcomed by the employers. Nice chat.. blahblah… So, when I heard there first story I was convinced that these are great wealthy families. It’s already four months ago. And I got an offline message from them asking for help– my help.  I was so curios what the problem was … i often heard a very nice story about these people and that there are no problems. But this time is really serious. So I quickly phoned Sha and we’ve had a long chat. And you won’t believed me what she said… Sha told me how Marj sleep and where.  Sha is lucky because she a decent bedroom while Marj sleeps in the kitchen close to the sari sari store. And not only that, every evening  they lock her up in the “kitchen-bedroom” when it’s bedtime so that she cannot go out and steal some money from the store.  I find it disgusting!!!  They treated this girl like a prisoner. And not only that, cellphone is not allowed and there are cameras hanging everywhere in the shop …. grrrrrrr…. I was starting to get pissed. And every shortage in the store is deducted to her salary.  Oh gosh! this is sick!!!  And now, I told them to quit that job and go home.  But for them is difficult to leave because they owed them a lot of money. First, they have to pay back the plane tickets– 5,000 pesos for two tickets.  Which is bigger amount than their two salaries. Second, the cash advance money for the family. Also bigger amount than their salaries.  Third, the shortage in the store has to be payed. And last but not the least they have to pay their daily basic needs like soaps, detergent soaps, personal stuffs, medicines, coffee, softdrinks and decent foods– otherwise they will eat their employers leftovers.  Oh god! They treated them like slaves or animals.. Bah! Disgusting!!!

To make the story short, they were living there like hell! And I don’t really know if I can help them financially. They don’t want me to tell that to their parents because their parents are now dreaming and living in their fantasy world. Poor girls!

I was an employer before but I treated my employees like my own family.  They are human beings that needs to be treated like humans. I’m sure some of you my fellow bloggers are an employer but  would you treat your employee like this way? And to some employees/housemaids will you please care to share your stories. I would really appreciate it.

Post my first blog, I have been advised, warned, threatened not to write in lower case (which is a habit). So if I am making an effort to hit the shift key, it’s just to save my bones; makes effortless reading I am told (sentence case…not keeping my bones intact of course)

This week, my housemaid told me to increase her pay by Rs 100 per month. Hmm. Prices are rising and you people are the only ones whom we can ask for money. Hmm. So next month onwards, you need to take care of this. Hmm. After she had gone, I thought about it. Corporate style cost-benefit analysis for home matters has become inevitable nowadays and my mind quickly did a jog with some pros and cons. She has been around for a year – employee stickiness, tick. She announces leaves every month (at least four at a go) – regularity, cross. She does not do a clean job – performance rating, 5/10. At least there’s somebody who can be delegated the job – employee necessity, double tick. Annual bonus – given, load of work – average, inflationary pressure – heavy.

This was getting a little too much so I pushed aside my performance analysis sheet. Inflation is a word that she does not understand but rising prices are killing me as much as they are pinching her. Our wants may be quite different. I may be curtailing eating out as often as I used to and settling down for home cooked meals, in all probability she is considering whether she needs to buy so much of veggies at all, forget the fruits. I may be cursing the government for not yet reducing petrol prices, she may be cutting down on commuting, even by buses, preferring to walk the distance out.

I can’t possibly tell her that inflation has dropped sharply by 1.74 per cent and is back to single digit levels…hooray!

She will not understand that. Actually, even I can’t.

To increase or not to increase…the math still goes on in my head.

Our housemaid is leaving today, she’s been with us since 1994, at first without having any intention to come over and say goodbye. We’re glad, actually, there won’t be any talk-back maid who spends most time doing tasks complaining and grouching anymore. Hopefully she can rest in peace in her new ‘home’.

We are sorry to see you go, so sorry to see that nobody shall treat you the way we have always done, so sorry to see that you may not be as happy as you used to be when you were still with us. Well, It’s your choice…there’s no use crying over spilled milk, it’s sour anyway…