Yes,i finally found what i had been looking out for ....i didnt get it in a 36-24-36 package of the well maintained flesh and skin or like the Apple vodka martini with an olive dipped in it... all you dirty minds out there give your partially functional brain lobes a break...what i am talking is not even close to what you have been thinking so far......well....i found the escense of living ..thats what it is.... so...oh yaa...so what the heck about that.... the next logical question ..aint it...well.. the answer is this small incident that has left me with lots of food for thought and possibly an indelible impression on my mind and soul.
It was dark and foggy staurday evening..erm..was it night....actually not very sure about either of them...poor memory you see ...as usual i was done with the routine slogging in front of my 17 inch girl friend(my PC you see...not again) and returned back home with a heavy head filled with frustrasion of having to work on the week end. this frustration can take its toll on the poor pillow which becomes a make shift sand bag and i punch it hard assuming it was my boss...so....i come home finally and see Kamala bai...our servent maid...busily finishing with her job...she was absent for three days and my home anything but habitable ...reminding me of the Nazi era ghettos.......heaps of waste had gathered all around the house......she gave this "hello sir" kinda smile and i with all my "frustu" filled eyes barely even noticed that....i went striaght into my room and tossed my Company tag on to my bed with all the energy that was left in me....the sound of plastic hitting the ground after tossing from the linen bed was loud enough to divert Kamala bai's attension towards my room... she came with a broom in her hand...gave me that "what happened beta" kinda look...i returned to my senses and quickly collectd my tag and placed it at the right place ....it gave me a sense of embarrasment.........her presence and my odd behaviour and the sudden outburst of emotions.... ........"what happended sir ji....you look very unhappy today"......she asked cleaning up the mess ....i shrugged my shoulders as if nothing had happened...tring my best to keep a striaght face i tried asking her as to why was absent for three days....my voice was anything but demanding...somehow i could never get bossy with servant maids....at home it was "lakshmi"...a septagenarian women... almost twice my mom's age ...who pratically raised me and brother.....we used to call her "Amma" and here it was Kamala Bai....a fifty plus old women...whom we call "mousi"..hindi for Aunt....
