Arrey, yaar Vaz, of course you can ask me anything. I am not getting jealous of you. You are like younger brother to me. So what if you are going to work for them? Six thousand? Shit, men, you must ask for at least twelve. Byramjee spends that on one bottle of whiskey and when they have a party they are spending twenty times in one day what they are paying all servants for full month."
I was of course getting more. But then cooking, driving sometimes, keeping the house and brushing the dogs – complete!
I can give advice on everything. Cooking, plates, cutlery, cleaning all the babalogs – you see memsaheb is living still in the slavery past. Mister Byramjee-sir is more modern. He is cool, men. Always giving me tips about horses – but useless. They never win. He will maybe call you to golf club also to hold the bag if the caddy Nathu pretends to be sick or says his mother-in-law is serious. Saheb is generous also. Giving tips but never telling memsaheb. He is loving our food also – sorpotel, Goa sausage, fish curry, fresh bombil, everything! She don't like.