Bare Minimum

Today my mother hosted a dinner party for all her staff. Most of them has worked for my mother for more than 14 years. Seeing them dressing up, laughing and dancing made me think that how simple their wants are. I mean the party was hosted in a 3-star hotel, not THAT fancy, but looking at them i realized how special it was for them.

When you have grown up with almost everything you have desired, your expectations of having a good time raises thousands of folds. But the staff members live a simple life, providing support to their family so they can live a satisfactory life. To them the party at the hotel was extravagant. The broad smiles on their faces, the way they enjoyed themselves on the dance floor made me smile too. Their families looked happy and they looked like they are enjoying themselves.

After a grand feast they left, but before leaving they came up to where my family was seated and thanked every one of us. This usually makes me squirm. They have practically brought me up, and now when they thank me i feel very uncomfortable. I should be thankful to them. Their work is what helps my mother to make the most money and spend it after me. They are the reason that we can afford a 7-star meal while they are content with whatever they get. They are the reason that i can wear Gucci and Prada and they feel delighted if they shop at Pantaloons. Because of them i can afford an education in the States while their children have to do with the schools and colleges here.

The party was in my honor, that is what they say. My mother hosted it because i returned home and they demanded a fancy dinner. When they thanked me and said that because of me my mother gave them the party, i felt delighted. At least i could be of some use to them. I am happy now, that for a very silly reason, i was of some use. I was the reason for the reason of their smiles. :)

Every time i hang out with the "parlour girls" i feel how simple life can be. I learn how to be happy with just the bare minimum.