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Opened my blog, no idea what to write, kept staring at the screen for a while, finally came up with a heading for it. Then stared at the screen again. Basically, am not in a proper frame of mind, mood swings? NO, PMS?? NO. But am upset.


Had called a friend cum neighbour in the afternoon, who lived just opposite to my house in the previous locality, the minute she picked up the phone, she asked "anything important?", What happened to phone courtesies? And can't you call someone because you just want to speak to that person? Am I over reacting? Was it always like this?


A child walks into the house with my son to play, the maids come running after him, instructed by the kid's mother, and fuss over him with a bottle of water, juice, bananas, and I looked on cluelessly.  Don't I have water in my house? I use a good RO system, which is serviced periodically, don't I have juice in my house? Don't I have bananas in my house? More importantly, don't I have a kid in my house?? What is the world coming to? People have forgotten the basic manners or what? What happened to the times, when kids used to go their friends house, eat whatever was offered to them by the fellow mums, the kid had the liberty to refuse it also, today, every house has a water purifier, and the refrigerators are stocked with juices, especially in summers. Was the lady not supposed to take my permission before sending her battalion of maids to 'take care' of her kid, and if its an issue then don't send your kid, keep him at home. I take pride in my impeccably maintained house, people have remarked that they cant see a speck of dust, there is a handwash in the kitchen and bathrooms, hand sanitizers readily available, then what is it that some mothers are worried about? I don't send a picnic basket with my son when he goes to someone's house, because its not right, its a direct insult to the owner. 


In another incident, an 8 year old boy, was bullying other kids in the play area. There was a frail, 2 year old presswala's daughter, who was playing in a corner. This fellow went upto her, and started calling her a monkey, threw sand on her, poked her with a stick, I noticed that his mother was a mute spectator to all this nonsense, not once did she tell him that what he was doing was wrong. I just couldn't hold back, went upto the boy and scolded him for his dirty behaviour, to which his mum said "I am watching", I said thats all you are doing anyway.


Did someone say, world is progressing for the better?? How? Like this??


Whatever happened to etiquettes, manners, courtesies? Again, I ask myself loudly, am I expecting too much or am I doing the right thing by still believing in the old school of thought about good manners??? 


As usual, clue-less... :/



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