domestic help. i don't remember what i was thinking when i typed that in my cell, but it certainly is food for thought...i've seen so many people who've been in that position...in the house, other people's homes, at markets with families (lugging around the kid in this place or pushing around the kid(in a pram, i mean, not bullying it) in the metrocities)...they define the start of the lower strata of humanity in most terms...financial, emotional, situational...i wonder what heir driving factors are, how they (and, for all i know, their antecedants) came to realize their vocation was this; the carrying out of the whims and fancies of economically stronger people. money, of course, and luck. i'm sure there are lots of these people who revel in their job, taking delight in serving their employers, and then again there are those stereotypical butlers and valets of English culture who've formed an image of their own, helped liberally by P.G.Wodehouse's creation - the infallible Jeeves.
By Pink Floyd Excellent song. The lyrics pertain to (most probably) the group's experience itself. As such, it is funny and humorous, poking fun at the system of media barons and "chart" economics. I relate to it even more these days, when all I need is money. I am at peace, content, moksha-esque, even - but I do need money for subsistence. Which reminds me , how do I monetize my writings? Time to fire up the Vaio.
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