Of shaadi, cooks and BPOs...
why do we all do it? Time and again? Not that we weren't warned- warned by friends, relatives, philosophers, my grandmums..neighbours....my own mum too....why, why then did we all agree to tie the proverbial knot? !!
Worse still, i went ahead and married a man who works for the BPO industry! Business Process Outsourcing......does that ring a bell?? Now why should'nt it...looks like half the country works in those call centers, or sweat shops as they should be rightly called.
Fresh graduates today are so bloody upitty...only becasue they get ten grand for yapping in the phones in that truely horrible yank accent ' good after noon sir, i am Susie (her real Indian name is suman, btw).....'
I still remember getting a job after college was a priviledge...and getting 5 grand was like.. luxury...and look at these fools who think they are making careers in those sweat shops....
Oooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkk Agreed...more job opportunities, better pay and blah blah blah.....i really dont want to get into the pros and cons of the BPO industry...all i know is...my marriage is in a pile of deep stinking shit.............and the sooner raj gets outta this industry the better are the chances of us having a family life.....a baby...with two dogs and a husband who comes home to make a cuppa nice coffee for his wife......(a garden will go perfectly well with this set-up...so a two storied cosy little house also along with the above perhaps??)
welllll...welll...dream on......
Last nite i watched one of Godard's films called 'my life to live'.....one of the dialogues in that goes...'we are responsible for our actions...i stretch my hand- iam responsible...i bend my head -i am responsible...i get hurt- i am responsible........................' continuing that line....'i joined a godforsaken BPO- i am responsible...!' (that movie am sure, watched by all Godard film lovers, is a classic. I made a bloody stupid statement above, but the fact is that the movie has some magnificient moments.....)
Ever since we have shifted houses, we have hired a cook...she is called Aziz Bee...picture this...in the morning at 6.30 am rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring goes the door bell...loud enough to wake up the neighbours and long enuff to give you a heart attack. I wake up after much grumbling and accusing Raj of not being cooperative enuff in house hold duties...(atleast he can open the door yaar....on second thoughts poor chap comes in only at 4 am in the morning....am i too hard on him??! ...wots the harm in trying though...)...i open the door with half opened eyes...and there she comes in - an old lady half bent saying with a nawabi adaab...'addab arz hai amma'........i murmur paanch roti, moong dal, sabji....bus....'
have to tell about her...i think she is more indispensible than my husband coz she cooks and cleans for me...she smiles so warmly when she gets me my morning bed tea......and she has not taken a single day off till date !!! She is the light of my life.......
This however is not suggestive of the fact that i ..i dont cook well...or even worse.... i dont cook...!! I cook...and i cook mightly well...raj will give up a Sheraton dinner for my Biriyani...so why dont i cook.....
i think for people to appreciate your talents, especially husbands, must be given occassional previews to your skills...never the final show...the final show will take you for granted. She cooks well....so next time you cook up his favourite pasta and he might not give you the slurpiest of kisses....worse still...he'll forget to compliment you, thank you.......coz you do it every single day...
Keep your special powers for special occassions...save them to recreate the romance in your life.....
Also a simpler answer to why i dont cook is coz my mother in law loves my cooking...:-) how who would like to pamper mother in laws???
Catharsis........this was a quasi catharsis.....i hope i dont flood this space with more of such shit. Had to so it coz i had to write something...next time it will be something worthwhile........
sorry folks...in case i bored any of you.....
Worse still, i went ahead and married a man who works for the BPO industry! Business Process Outsourcing......does that ring a bell?? Now why should'nt it...looks like half the country works in those call centers, or sweat shops as they should be rightly called.
Fresh graduates today are so bloody upitty...only becasue they get ten grand for yapping in the phones in that truely horrible yank accent ' good after noon sir, i am Susie (her real Indian name is suman, btw).....'
I still remember getting a job after college was a priviledge...and getting 5 grand was like.. luxury...and look at these fools who think they are making careers in those sweat shops....
Oooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkk Agreed...more job opportunities, better pay and blah blah blah.....i really dont want to get into the pros and cons of the BPO industry...all i know is...my marriage is in a pile of deep stinking shit.............and the sooner raj gets outta this industry the better are the chances of us having a family life.....a baby...with two dogs and a husband who comes home to make a cuppa nice coffee for his wife......(a garden will go perfectly well with this set-up...so a two storied cosy little house also along with the above perhaps??)
welllll...welll...dream on......
Last nite i watched one of Godard's films called 'my life to live'.....one of the dialogues in that goes...'we are responsible for our actions...i stretch my hand- iam responsible...i bend my head -i am responsible...i get hurt- i am responsible........................' continuing that line....'i joined a godforsaken BPO- i am responsible...!' (that movie am sure, watched by all Godard film lovers, is a classic. I made a bloody stupid statement above, but the fact is that the movie has some magnificient moments.....)
Ever since we have shifted houses, we have hired a cook...she is called Aziz Bee...picture this...in the morning at 6.30 am rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring goes the door bell...loud enough to wake up the neighbours and long enuff to give you a heart attack. I wake up after much grumbling and accusing Raj of not being cooperative enuff in house hold duties...(atleast he can open the door yaar....on second thoughts poor chap comes in only at 4 am in the morning....am i too hard on him??! ...wots the harm in trying though...)...i open the door with half opened eyes...and there she comes in - an old lady half bent saying with a nawabi adaab...'addab arz hai amma'........i murmur paanch roti, moong dal, sabji....bus....'
have to tell about her...i think she is more indispensible than my husband coz she cooks and cleans for me...she smiles so warmly when she gets me my morning bed tea......and she has not taken a single day off till date !!! She is the light of my life.......
This however is not suggestive of the fact that i ..i dont cook well...or even worse.... i dont cook...!! I cook...and i cook mightly well...raj will give up a Sheraton dinner for my Biriyani...so why dont i cook.....
i think for people to appreciate your talents, especially husbands, must be given occassional previews to your skills...never the final show...the final show will take you for granted. She cooks well....so next time you cook up his favourite pasta and he might not give you the slurpiest of kisses....worse still...he'll forget to compliment you, thank you.......coz you do it every single day...
Keep your special powers for special occassions...save them to recreate the romance in your life.....
Also a simpler answer to why i dont cook is coz my mother in law loves my cooking...:-) how who would like to pamper mother in laws???
Catharsis........this was a quasi catharsis.....i hope i dont flood this space with more of such shit. Had to so it coz i had to write something...next time it will be something worthwhile........
sorry folks...in case i bored any of you.....
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