My real life hero - Chandu, one of the unsung heroes
As children growing up, we were always surrounded by servants. I never really learnt to do anything for myself till I left home. My cousin still has hired help. So do I in Dubai but they're part time and come in to clean once a week. His man-Friday, Chandu, lives at home with him. By servant standards, he does have a comfortable life. My cousin, like all of us growing up, were taught to have a healthy respect for our hired help. They were doing a job and needed to be treated with respect. Chandu, his man-Friday is very much a part of his family. He has his own room, his own TV with his own programs and he is the king of his own kitchen.
He is always smiling and always happy to do his chores. Cheerful and helpful and definitely house-proud. I defy any housewife to find fault with the way he looks after my cousin's house. Its spotless. He's a darn fine cook at least of all his favourites and the couple of times my cousin cooked, he hovers to learn new ways to cook. He knows Bikramjit so well, he anticipates his needs.
Chandu is an asset to Bikramjit and he knows it. They have a great bantering (if I can call it that) relationship. They laugh at each other's foibles. My cousin's new addition, Mia, absolutely adores him. After all, he's the one that feeds and walks her and stays with her while my cousin gads about as part of his job.
They have a perfect relationship. I would move to India, if I could have one of these.
Here's to you, Chandu, for taking such good care of my cousin.