Even before writing this blog, I thought of a number of names to head this blog. Heads like, Bai the way, Maid of love, Bai all means, Bai default, Maid to measure et el. But finally I settled for ‘ Maid of Honour.’ You guessed it right. This blog is dedicated to that one person without whom life ( at least in India) would go for a toss. No matter how rude, how ruthless, how rueful or even how revolting she may be at times, she is still the one, most of us count on, most of the times.
Right from my childhood, I have had various maids lending a helping hand, and trust me, I liked them all. Starting from the two maids,( Laxmi and Bala), who treated me as if i were a princess,( I also remember attending their wedding), to the one with whom, my brother and I went to watch a Telgu movie, ( how she convinced my mother, is yet another story. J ), to the christian maid who would bring home a Christmas cake, the very next day after the big eve and a few more, all of them are very very close to my heart. Whenever I think of them a smile crosses my face, and I feel deeply grateful that they have been a part of my life.
Well! I can actually go on and on, discussing almost every maid that has served me, but this blog is dedicated to my present maid, who is a fighter by all means. she fights not only for her own rights but also for the rights of others. Here goes the story.
For the last one year Mamta, my maid, sets her feet on my doorstep at sharp 6.30 am. ;) ( even on Sundays. L ). She can actually put the ’Time ’ to shame. One fine day this walking clock, ( as I call her) was almost a few hrs late than usual. So much that I dreaded she might not come. After panicking for some time I gathered courage ( I need lots, for the person who cannot even clean the spam mails, cleaning the house is a big big thing. J ) and took my weapons to hit the floor ( literally). It is then that I heard the door bell ring. And BANG there she was right in front of me. ( forget the clinched million dollar smile. What I had was n times more than that. ;) ). Obviously I enquired why she was late, and she narrated a heart wrenching yarn, putting me to tears.
That morning on her way to work, Mamta heard a meek cry. She followed the voice, and to her shock the voice came from the near by dustbin. She peeped into the bin, and what she saw was a ghastly act of humanity. There in the bin lay a baby, who was barely few hours old . the little gal was wrapped in a dirty cloth which was kept in a huge plastic bag. ( As she said these words tears rolled down her eyes. my eyes were wet too.) Without even giving a second thought Mamta took the baby to the nearby police station. She had to go through a lot of queries at the police station but this did not stop her from trying her best to help the child. After she was convinced that the baby was now in safe hands, she followed the road to her work.
The baby is now safe in an orphanage.
There are a few more humble acts that this bold lady has performed, about which I will update you some other time. But for now lets salute this amazing woman for the kindness and humanity that she has displayed.
Right from my childhood, I have had various maids lending a helping hand, and trust me, I liked them all. Starting from the two maids,( Laxmi and Bala), who treated me as if i were a princess,( I also remember attending their wedding), to the one with whom, my brother and I went to watch a Telgu movie, ( how she convinced my mother, is yet another story. J ), to the christian maid who would bring home a Christmas cake, the very next day after the big eve and a few more, all of them are very very close to my heart. Whenever I think of them a smile crosses my face, and I feel deeply grateful that they have been a part of my life.
Well! I can actually go on and on, discussing almost every maid that has served me, but this blog is dedicated to my present maid, who is a fighter by all means. she fights not only for her own rights but also for the rights of others. Here goes the story.
For the last one year Mamta, my maid, sets her feet on my doorstep at sharp 6.30 am. ;) ( even on Sundays. L ). She can actually put the ’Time ’ to shame. One fine day this walking clock, ( as I call her) was almost a few hrs late than usual. So much that I dreaded she might not come. After panicking for some time I gathered courage ( I need lots, for the person who cannot even clean the spam mails, cleaning the house is a big big thing. J ) and took my weapons to hit the floor ( literally). It is then that I heard the door bell ring. And BANG there she was right in front of me. ( forget the clinched million dollar smile. What I had was n times more than that. ;) ). Obviously I enquired why she was late, and she narrated a heart wrenching yarn, putting me to tears.
That morning on her way to work, Mamta heard a meek cry. She followed the voice, and to her shock the voice came from the near by dustbin. She peeped into the bin, and what she saw was a ghastly act of humanity. There in the bin lay a baby, who was barely few hours old . the little gal was wrapped in a dirty cloth which was kept in a huge plastic bag. ( As she said these words tears rolled down her eyes. my eyes were wet too.) Without even giving a second thought Mamta took the baby to the nearby police station. She had to go through a lot of queries at the police station but this did not stop her from trying her best to help the child. After she was convinced that the baby was now in safe hands, she followed the road to her work.
The baby is now safe in an orphanage.
There are a few more humble acts that this bold lady has performed, about which I will update you some other time. But for now lets salute this amazing woman for the kindness and humanity that she has displayed.
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