IMMIGRATION TO CANADA

Don't look at me, those are the words popping out of a pen holder resting idle on the table. Idle because it's far from serving its purpose as a carrier-of-pens. In it lies a pile of post-it sized paper and a coaster. How a coaster got in there is beyond me. But then again, so many things are.


Contrary to popular belief, being on holiday is actually not really being on holiday - well not in most South Asian households at least. I mean, you'd need a break from being on a break, if you know what I mean? And who would understand that better than the womenfolk of the family? The damsels who would still run around to cook and clean for their dearly beloveds (even in fancy hotels where these processes are meant to be taken care of by others).

It's more or less to do with the internalised expectations the family has of women, or actually, the women have of themselves. It's like no matter where you are, or what you're doing, it doesn't feel like life unless you're tending to the kids' appetites or folding hubby darling's clothes for him. Not that it's oppressive in any manner - you just enjoy providing for your family in that way. Even if the hotel management is at your beck and call at all times, and they really should be considering the dough they're getting from you, it's just not right until mum's laid her hands on it.

As the saying goes, If Momma Ain't Happy, Ain't Nobody Happy.