A Wake-Up call...

Its a common sight these days to see the maids tagging along in busy shopping malls or eating joints . They are hired full time so that they take care of the toddlers while the proud parents have no hindrance in their revelry. Its a self proclaimed elevation that it is an aid to lift the masses from the dungeons of penury. A garb or farce called employment for the weaker sections of the society. The caretaker is a hapless entity yet a fashion statement. The perks are not always gratifying. Mostly these people are seen standing outside restaurants or multiplexes calming the harried monotones of a crying baby. The maids feed , change the nappies, wash n bathe n even take them out for walks in the evening. The only difference is that they do every possible thing but cannot ever be called their biological mother. What a pity. Its a collective response when asked from the elite that they were the sole bearers in bringing up their child... Excuse me .. have we not set contradictory examples ourselves. Then why is it a problem that the child when in the hours of distress calls out the maid more than the respective parents. Why does one feel they are stung by a serpent then ? Have we not escalated our duties full throttle . Motherhood is a beautiful phase in any woman's life so why not give our best shot to our own blood who are nohing but pleasurable labours of love.