Very recently I happened to fire my maid. Yes you women may read the last three words again and shudder.

It took a lot of strength and strong intentions to put the act in motion. Not to forget complete procrastination that lasted more than a year.

She was rude from day one. Insolent, disobedient, lazy blah and blah. Have you already shrugged your shoulders and said, “So?” I would have by now.

But to add to this illustrious list of adjectives, she was also in some serious state of denial as well.

And as much as I would like to say it was the other things that got her going, I know internally as a person I would have been okay with it all if it wasn’t for her extreme sense of not accepting things as they were.

The morning I was supposed to bid her farewell. Two things happened. Firstly she was late ( yet again ) and again left out a room unclean because she had to hurry off to another workplace.

Post the big bombshell which began with, “Kal se mat aana” (please do not come from tomorrow), her first reaction wasn’t “What is my mistake?” but instantly, “Diwali tak kaam karne do, bonus le ke jaungi” (Let me work till Diwali, I shall leave work only post taking my Diwali bonus).

I could barely contain myself. I decided to not reply to her last bit and showed her the door instantly.

Why did I narrate this rather insignificant piece of my life to you today?

Because in life we will always have the Chandas (umm yes that was her name πŸ˜€ ) of the world haunt and sap us through their negativity. Identify and fire them before the Diwali Bonus becomes twelve months of your life.

TheyΒ are everywhere, hiding beneath promises of a lasting forever or quick cup of coffee at your favourite food joint or a nice tea break at work. They are there, under your noses, behind your walls listening for gossips, floating around like ghosts you can never see.

They are the labyrinth of doubt you breathe right now, the crazy notion that you are not right and the insane idea that you cannot be yourself.

The hard part is not that they are who they are or that we can see them as it is. The tough part is they are people we love, people we care for. People we wish would wake up one day and see who we are for who we wish to be.

But the good part is we can keep them! Yes like an early Christmas card this one too has hope ringing through our ears.

And you know what are the steps to do so?

Be yourself. And rest will follow.

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Good night πŸ™‚

I hope this message on a rather blue Monday night brought you a smile or even more an idea to fire your Chanda tomorrow morning. Just a hint of warning, when it gets to Diwali Bonus the next step to it is “the door” πŸ™‚

Tell us do you have a Chanda (or Chandu πŸ˜› ) in your life? How do you deal with them?

Disclaimer 1: This is the first maid I have fired in twenty eight glorious years of my life πŸ˜€

Disclaimer 2: I almost always love them to death, if you don’t believe me you can read this post Sunshine Rinku

Information 1: Diwali is a hindu festival (Obviously this blog has international reach, what da ya know? πŸ˜› )

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