To her mom's surprise, Vanita
came home earlier than usual from her office. Although she had asked no
question, Vanita said with a smile, “I had not much work to do and felt like
having hot bajjis with coffee from you.”
“Why not? I will have it ready in
a jiffy,” her mom replied happily as she hurried to the workstation to cut the
vegetables.
Vanita sank comfortably on the
sofa and lazily skimmed through the day’s paper till her eyes fell on a
matrimonial advertisement under the Brides wanted category. It was in
bold letters against a coloured background to attract potential brides. Vanita,
nearing 30 and a spinster, took delight occasionally in browsing through such
matrimonial columns. It was more an amusing diversion than any serious effort
to source her partner.
“A
marketing executive in a multinational company aged 34,170cm with clean habits
and drawing a good salary, frequently on tour, desires a life partner. Has an
aged mother with initial signs of Alzheimer's. The potential partner should be
a graduate around 30, without any encumbrance, not working but pleasant and
smiling always. Caste and language no bar. The expectations are small and very
few. She should have an aesthetic sense, love her home, keep it clean and well
decorated and be good in culinary arts, experimenting daily with different
cuisines of many regions and countries. Should be fond of having children and
have cheerful disposition and not given to tantrums even under slight
provocation. Would want her to be a home bird and not employed after marriage.
All her needs would be amply taken care of. Quick marriage is contemplated
Call
xxxxxxxxxx”
Vanita had a strong streak of
independence and a dim view of arranged marriages. The few men she met in her workplace
and social circles did not inspire her. She found them either egoistic with
notions of male superiority or just plain and uninteresting. She was happy with
her present state and had no intention to marry, although her mother gently
broached the subject not infrequently.
Anger rose in her when she read
this ad, but she nevertheless went through it again carefully. This guy needed
a woman to take care of his ailing mom without spending on servants and
possibly he is a foodie wanting to eat varieties of food at home. He also
needed a woman waiting for him when he returned home from office or tour and
willing to raise a family of many children. He would not like her to work and,
in plain words, wants her to be tied to home but disingenuously clothes his
real intention in words like aesthetic sense, love of home and decorating it.
To cap it all, he wants her to be cheerful without frustration even under
trying circumstances with an aged woman in what is possibly a case of advanced Alzheimer's.
An idea struck her mind. She
called the number and asked him to visit her home the next day at 4 pm for
discussions.
A well-dressed and smart-looking
guy rang the bell sharp at 4 pm. Vanita’s mom was luckily asleep in the
bedroom.
“Good evening. I am Abhinav and
have come in response to your invitation about my ad,” he said, a bit overawed
at the beautiful maiden who answered his bell.
“Come in, Abhinav. I am Vanita,
who called you yesterday,” replied Vanita as she led him to the living room
overlooking the workstation and kitchen area where a young woman was busy
shining the glasses.
As he seated himself comfortably,
considering himself fortunate to meet the charming lady, she asked, “What would
you have? Apple, guava or mango juice?”
“Mango” he said, contrary to her
expectation that he would leave the choice to her.
“Rukku, bring two glasses of
mango juice” she said to the woman at the kitchen and turned towards him.
“I am very pleased to meet you. I
hope you must have read about my requirements. I am very particular about them.
Since you have invited me, I assume you have understood”
“Certainly, I have understood
what you want. You are indeed lucky to have come across one who fits to the T
your expectations,” said Vanita, smiling in a bewitching manner. “You need a
woman who is well qualified but would stay at home tending to your sick mother,
cooking different kinds of food to satisfy your palate, raise a family of many
children and be always smiling and cheerful. Am I correct? “she asked.
“In a way, yes, but I would not
put it so crudely,” he answered.
“Never mind how it is put. But it
is a fact. Rukku, come here,” she said, and as Rukku came in, her old cotton
sari with an apron tied around her waist and in a disheveled hair and
perspiring face, Vanita added,” Mr. Abhinav, my maid Rukku meets all your
requirements and would gladly marry you. She has written her graduate
examination online, and the results are expected next month. She will stop
working after the wedding. She will look very charming after a wash and
dressing up. She will take care of your mother. What do you say?”
Abhinav stood up and angrily said,
“I am not amused at your silly behaviour, you you …” even as he stomped towards
the door
“Get out, I say, and go to an
employment agency looking for a maid and not a slave for your wife” said Vanita
as she banged the door behind him
She turned and rushed to hug the
smiling Rukku even as her sister was in peals of laughter.
”Akka (elder sister), I
thoroughly enjoyed this small act as a maid in an old sari. A fitting lesson
you gave to that foolish man. Thank God, Amma is sleeping in the bedroom,” said
Rukmini
