Chotu...

Chotu..is not the name of a local chaiwala..as it sounds, its the name of our maid,She has joined us only for 11 days from today, in 3-4 months my mom had seen a 7-8 reshuffle of maids, in one word she is mad with the word maid.
The first day she joined us, mom and dad was very skeptical about her seriousness towards work, but in spite of all the questionnaire mom agreed to keep her mostly because of the scarcity.I first met her 5 days after her joining, it was a Saturday, a weekend and my holiday from office,unlike her name she was around 20-22, medium height, dark complexioned, frizzy hair, but overall looked calm and innocent to me. In these 11 days she hardly spoke, she is always sincere in her jobs and punctual as always,we hardly knew her except for the fact that a known maid from another flat had given her.
Today after much hesitation she asked her 11 days salary on 31st,which she was supposed to receive after 5th. Going by the norms of regular maids my mom was very sure that she is just playing another trick to get her money and step out leading us to a problem of again a maid-search. My mom accused her a number of times but she kept on saying she will deposit money to a lender. After much pressure and my mom's constant disbelief she started crying on the question asked to her repeatedly that whether she is going to leave or not and then she should inform..blah..blah..blah..
I was in the other room hearing her cry, when I came close to console her she burst ed out saying that she is the only bread earner in her house but her parent still abuse her in comparison to her siblings.She is brutally beaten up by her drunk father and mother, her sisters wear beautiful clothes from her money when she wears torn clothes, I once heard that bread earners do not get bread themselves; whether rich or poor, Christmas-ID-Diwali becomes just a festival for their dependants but not for them, but what's this , she says its a reality, may be a reality for all of us, we cant say or may be we do not say, but we live it everyday.
She wanted to escape so thought of getting married, but the man she believed left her in between and went away with another girl, her parents started behaving more badly with her, is she to be blamed?
All what she sobbed about was all what we face in our regular life. We all say we live our own life but do we really? is our life our own? or is it just a matter of security,in your first life from your parents, then your husband/wife and then your children.All her problems in a wider sense may be my problem and may be anyone who reads this and feels, we give our whole life to a bunch of hypocrits who does not value anything except their own selfish ends, but still we LIVE for what? whom ? why? we do not know.
Chotu has stopped crying for the timing,my mom and me was finally able to console her, she is still with us, she needs the job, but what she needs most is us.We all need to be aside all those Chotu, who needs just love and nothing more.Love is missing from earth;lets bring it back,its precious yet priceless.