The Fate of a Domestic Worker

I was sitting in the lobby of my house from where u keep a track of what happening in the house and then I saw my grandmother yelling on the servant we have for not listening to her in one call. It was then I wondered what is the life of a servant not only in my house but everywhere, have we gotten too used to being lazy or have we stooped so low that we inspite of being humans do not value another humans life of dignity. When I put myself in his place all I see is work, work, work and work mixed with scolding sitting on the floor and having your meals. Meals, that is the leftover of what the owner eats and when eating someone walks around the same area wearing their shoes or slippers. If that is not enough there is no off in a day and forget a weekend off rather weekends are more tiresome. If you talk to other workers who work with you in the same house u are scolded at. They do all this along with polishing your shoes and picking them up and cleaning your house and getting scolded at for petty reasons just so that they earn 2000 rupees that they can send to their parents so that their parents can sleep with full stomach, can live happily thinking that their son is working and sending them all his money for them to enjoy life if only a father could be prouder of his son and a mother admire him. 

If I were to live his life I would be rebellious, I at no cost would have let my self-respect fallen and so too my dignity. Cleaning someone else’s house, washing their clothes and cooking for them and inspite of doing so much for them I get scolded at because the salt in the curry was a little less, or get someone’s dirt from the shoe fall in my food which is not fresh but leftover. I clean, cook and wash because I am being paid for my service and I have a right to be paid but have I also sold my life and soul for a mere amount of 2000, I don’t think so then why should I let my self-respect fall and I be looked down upon by people, not only my self-respect but also put my dignity at stake. I thought that we were not slaves anymore but here my own house is a live example of slavery still existing in India and not only in small villages or small towns more so in metros of the country and practiced not only in my house but almost all the dwelling in the country.Humanity has really taken a step towards destruction but not only of nature but also of its own kind, today value of products and goods is taken into consideration in terms of value for money, but the value of life and humanity has lost. We humans have reached such a point where the socio economic divide is such that no matter how hard we try we can never alter the minds of not only the owners but also the servants.There always is a choice but the thought of my parents sleeping empty stomach because I dint work because of my dignity at stake would kill me because of the guilt, so do I have any other option? Do they have any other option??

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