Shabia Ravi Walia is a media professional for the past 15 years. Dabbling in production, creative direction and writing, she has equal experience in both genres of fiction and non fiction. Over the years she has worked on various reputed non fiction shows like Surabhi and The Good Food Guide for Siddharth Kak, Movers and Shakers on Sony TV and well known fiction shows like Siddhanth, Kumkum, Ek thi Rajkumari, Mile Jab Hum Tum etc. She was amongst the core team who launched Sahara Samay in Mumbai for Sahara Television.
She satiates her love for writing by providing content for websites, copywriting for corporate films and penning down short skits and poems.
Currently Shabia works in the content division of a leading television channel. However her biggest achievement till date as considered by her, is the birth of her baby Sia and penning down the experiences associated with it in the form of her bestselling book 'Mamma Mania.' When Shabia is not rustling up stories, she loves to whip up a storm in the kitchen or put on her dancing shoes and burn the dance floor. Shabia lives in Mumbai with her husband Ravi and daughter Sia and is already planning her 2nd book.
Ok, so my maid's having an affair or so I gathered. There are too many phone calls, sweet whispers into the night and generally a sense of happiness surrounding her. The calls and messages history is deleted everyday and the phones, in fact two of them, one given by me and one she's got for herself, are kept hidden from sight.
But while she is humming 'Pyaar hua, chupke se', I am going mad singing 'Yeh kya hua, kaise hua, kab hua, kyon hua?'. She has a look of utter contentment on her face while my botox lines are deepening by the day. She is floating in air while I am sinking in the depths of darkness. Never has love bothered me so much.
Not someone else's ever. At 37, I thought I had figured out the only love story that ever mattered to me, my own. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would have to deal with another love story in this lifetime, least of all my maid's.
And just as you think I have completely lost it, let me clarify. I do not begrudge her happiness nor I am against people falling in love. I firmly believe in the concept that every person has the right to fall in love. So why is this particular love story making my heartbeat go wild? Why am I not sleeping at night? Why am I in a constant daze as if nothing else matters?
No, I do not love the same man she does. It's because she takes care of my baby. Just when I thought that the baby's settled with her, her affair has unsettled me. For I know that love makes you do things you never knew you are capable of. And love is blind and deaf and dumb. So here I am a super stressed mum worrying every second I am out of the house whether she has called her boyfriend home or if she is whispering sweet nothings while my baby craves for her attention.
Is she as alert as before or is her mind weaving tales of happily ever after? Is the guy she is seeing a decent one or a crook taking her for a ride? I am a die-hard romantic myself. Why then can I not see the silver lining in this fairy tale?
As much as I wish she finds her prince charming, a part of me is wary of the possibility. A part of me wants to meet the guy who has stolen my maid's sleep and mine. The man who has made a difference to both of our lives. He has given her dreams and me nightmares. It is almost like a love triangle playing out. The guy and me both are in love with my maid. Both do not want to lose her. And so we both are trying our best to woo her as best as we can. And the clear winner is the maid who is having her cake and eating it too.
My maid thinks I do not know about her clandestine affair. I think she doesn't know that I know. My cook thinks that she knows that both of us know. Oh, what a mess this whole situation is! My maid is hopelessly ignorant of the turmoil she is causing me. She is busy idolising her man while I continue to fight with my man over her. She is dreaming of marital bliss while the marital harmony in my home is shattered.
Her face glows with the first flush of love, my facial skin needs tautening. When did I let my maid have so much power over me? When did the balance shift from me to her? How did she become the most important person in our lives? None of us know. Me, my husband, my baby, no one has the answers. We just have a lot of questions, questions for which we are trying to find answers.
And while we fret it out, I hear her crooning in the kitchen softly on the phone, 'Tum aaye toh fizaaon mein ek nasha hai'. I want to pick up the glass vase and throw it. No, No, No, that's not what love preaches. Breathe in, breathe out.... Om shanti shanti shanti....
Till my next post! You can write to me at http://mammamania.in