Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... even though she was asked to "take a seat". In my mother's presence, Rashida could never sit on a chair, but on the floor.

Those who are not Indians may not get it, but there is a big class structure at play in our country. My mother is the wife of the owner of the house, and as such she was the mistress of the house, while Rashida was a mere maid servant employed here. When asked to take a seat in my mother's presence, Rashida did what any other maid servant in the country would do. She adjusted her sari around her big body and sat down on the floor.

The title Rashida used to address my mother -memsaab - should tell you about the class structure in India. When the British used to rule India, they would often have a governor or some senior army officer to rule a particular area. That person would have the title ofsahib. His wife would be calledmemsahib ormemsaab, and she would have a huge team of poor Indian servants and attendants tending to her round the clock. Thememsaab often ruled by the whip, and her word was the law in the house. The Indian servants were there to do her every bidding and remain a part of the background. That was the class structure the British had instituted in India.

When the British left, the white colonialmemsaab had gone, but new Indianmemsaabs took their place. Over time, this class structure became firmly engrained in society, along with certain practices.

If you are a servant, you are treated as a lesser human being. You do not sit ...

... at the same level as your employer. If your master or mistress is seated on a chair, you sit on the floor. If they are eating at the dining table, you wait but do not eat at the same table. Servants usually ate in the kitchen, or later when the masters had finished dining.

If you are a servant and your master is speaking, you stay silent until spoken to. In their presence, do not stare at their face but keep your glance respectfully at the floor. Look up only when you have to speak, and even then, do it respectfully. Many servants even lived apart - for example ours is a former colonial house. This is why in our house we had a whole separate servants' quarter with their own bathrooms.

My father, to his credit, despite being a businessman, a member of the ruling political party, and from the rich upper class of society, did not really care for such traditions. In his presence, he hated it when Rashida would sit down on the floor. Ironically my mother, who is usually progressive when it came to women's issues, was more traditional in this aspect.

"Everyone should know their place in society," Ma would always say. "It's there for a good reason. Get educated, work harder, and uplift yourself. Otherwise, you can sit on the floor. It's your place in society."

She and my father would often argue on this, and my mother would win.

"You are asking me why SHOULD the maids sit on the chair?!" She would be incredulous. "They areservants. They KNOW where they should sit. On ...