Who wears the pants- who????

Recently, my mom had the "hot" discussion with the maid.

The maid demanded she be paid for the days mom calls it a day off, as its not her sick leave but forced vacation day. While i try to hold my cell phone in place to make sure i heard the words right,

and if my mom really mentioned maid talking about vacation/sick leave. [Don't give me the inhuman crap, i am not going there, nor shall you]
Trust me, I almost had to maintain my posture so that i did not slip down my couch out of amazement. Ahh then i remember seeing this particular comic.

So, you see its not about who wears the pants in the house anymore these days.
I guess the indian version of who wears the saree would be more appropriate.
Don't believe me, follow the links.

Plead 1
Plead 2
Plead 3
And the list is endless. But, na samaj ko ek nahin toh teen ishare toh kafi hone chaiye  ;)

For your part of shock: Try googling william sisters in saree. [After all, everything comes with a price ;)]

PS: I would say i owe google for the Image courtesies but the direct links in the post shall do the rest. Peace (read pisss) out!!!
I shall discuss about this in my next post.

My mother

Mumma!

Probably the first word I ever uttered

What a lovely expression it is Ma!

How can I deny the fact that my existence

would have been sheer mud without Your touch.

Mummy, You influence me in various ways

To mention a few,

I owe my cooking skills from your hand note recipe,

That you wrote fearing I would starve.

I owe my ability to stand by adverse times,

As I have seen you adapting to situations while I grew up.

Being a cleanliness freak, respectful to elders, modest to rest

They seem to be minute things in daily life

Yet, they make me the person I am Today!

I cannot forget the struggles you have gone through to raise me,

Just as the minute details you paid towards getting me accessories for my saree.

I love the way you carry yourself in various roles you portray in life.

However, I feel the bond between us is somewhat hollow,

As I fail to open myself to you,

For I believe I cannot be rational with you.

Oh! How dumb was I to understand that,

Rationality is not meant to be adored by Mothers,

Whom else would the world resort for care and solace if Mothers turned rational?