I m currently on a "family vacation" at my mom's house in our native place which is quite modern. I m forced to mention this since in our Indian culture, we tend to think of our native place as that rural place where we go duty bound once a year to pay our dues.
Anyways, here I m with my dysfunctional family of two elder brothers one of whom refuses to acknowledge me as his sister n the other still trying to control the house.
And I discovered something suddenly today..well..not so much as discovered as realised...it was an eureka moment... I realised that Indian men(most of them) do not appreciate the intelligence of Indian women. They still see themselves as some superior, highly intelligent species ( and here I m trying very hard to control my vocabulary n not give vent to the abusive language that is itching to come out of me).
Some of my male readers out there may feel offended by reading this.. however to prove my point,i will give you all a simple example..an excerpt from my conversation with the control freak.
So the background is that the water tank is leaking water n the two macho men have finally figured out that the flush tank is leaking,hence the tank losing water.
So mom calls a plumber to check out the problem n he goes up to the terrace n starts fiddling with the water tank upstairs. N watching them struggle, I suggest to the control freak that the washer of the flush tank may be damaged which is causing it to lose water. N i m told in no uncertain terms to keep my opinion to myself.
I m beyond shocked. I want to get up n kick him in his mouth for daring to talk to me like that but I decide to channel my feelings thru my blog.
So in conclusion all I have to say is I have one more week to go with these two macho men and I m just keeping my fingers crossed that it passes well n passes soon.
I m sure u all will be praying for me as well.
Ciao for now.
Every night a white cat comes home to sleep on my bed n leaves the next morning. Then I do not see her for the entire day..even if I go looking for her, I don't find her anywhere. But then at night when I open my door, there she is waiting patiently for me to welcome her into my house so she can sleep on my bed like the royalty she is. This had happened earlier, then it stopped. Then unexpectedly i come home one night, n she's lying on my welcome mat outside my door, sleepy, looking at me as if to ask, ' where have u been? I have been waiting here '. I open my door n she walks right in as if she belongs, explores the entire house all over again n then jumps on my bed n goes right to sleep. Come morning,her meowing wakes me up, demanding to be let out. N the cycle begins again. Mind you..she never eats in my house nor has she marked it yet. I m a vegan so perhaps I think she doesn't like vegan food. Well, I don't force her..not that you can force a free sp...
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