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"One kilo Atta in three days! It is impossible that it would get over so fast." Both of us called our moms up and confirmed it. Yes, it is impossible. We just went on talking. After two days of discussion we decided to talk to Raviji, the housekeeper at the Chennai guest house. But before we asked him anything, he said "My calculation went wrong. It is my mistake!" Seems like he had overheard us. Yes, one kilo Atta is not much. But he can't steal.

Really? Can't he?

Why should he? He lives in a luxurious house though he does not own it. He has a set-top box, a luxury which very few in Chennai have. Though he is supposed to keep the house clean he never does it. So basically he was having the time of his life.

But won't he have desires too? We are not Mahatmajis. We don't lead a simple life. Why should he?

After all that, he continued making food for us.

Yesterday, I heard he is sacked! Not for the Atta. But for some other big thing. He cheated the company, used their phone to make calls to Orissa and kept mum about it.

I do feel terrible and hope that he will get another job soon. But that's not it. Our attitude! Mine and the company's! It is ruthless! Is it a crime if a poor man enjoys the good things in life? Yeah I wrote a blog! I will forget about it! Until a naxalite wakes me up in my sleep with a knife pointed against my throat.

God! Can't we all do something about ourselves? I can. Can you?