Family Circus!!!!!!

My family consists of 6 members and 6 domestic help......................................

No each one of them are not dedicated to one of us but they come in different slots and have different KRAs as per to their Duty Rooster managed by my Granny (Dadi) that works less and falters more, to the extent that my Mom distributes sweets (Employee motivation!!!!) the day all 6 of them turn up.

Now coming back to my family (that’s not all), we have Mashis (my mom’s cousins) staying in the floor above us and I don't remember even once that we have gone upstairs or they have come downstairs without carrying something as in there is a constant exchange of good as important as 3 days old newspaper to Pan (betel leaf) .These guys should seriously do some course in Logistics Management.

Staying in such a big bong joint family is fun though and has its own charm, and we have live entertainment 24/7. Like Dadi can stop making her Duty Roosters and can take up a job of a radio jockey as she has the caliber to speak about anything and everything, some Radio Company should seriously explore this idea. Ma does reyaz of her vocal cord every morning by screaming at our Cook or Mali on important issues that can shake world history like why they want leaves just after coming back from a long vacation which they took to visit some vague Holy Shrine.

But its not always funny we have serious problems to sort out as well like we have 4 females at home and though we have differences in opinion we have few things in common too like that White Petticoat, now all bong females have that in common and how on earth do we differentiate between all 4 similar looking white petticoats. We tried it all, like Dadi embroidered monograms of the first alphabet of our names but there was a problem, Dadi and her Natni (grand daughter) both share the same Alphabet “S” so which “S” does this petticoat belong to is a hoax. Ma was very innovative I must tell you, Ma did her bit my stitching “Ma” on one of them. Now which MA she meant I don’t know, Is it my MA? My cousin’s MA? Or my Mom’s MA? We were all confused. Then came my aunt’s brilliant idea; she is a fabric painter so she painted our names on them using her fabric colours in strategic locations away from visibility, which caused enough scratching and itching in all wrong places. Thus we came back to square one and adopted age old thumb rule of “Trial & Error”. Now we keep on trying petticoats or churidars which is our fit or close to our fit and allow the rest to fight.

If you want more entertainment in your daily monotonous life you are more than welcome to visit us ;-)