The Life You Envy

            "Or pora, pora. Amar kaaj kaaj noye?"

English : "Her studies are studies; my work isn't work?"

        These words came out the mouth of my elder sister, my own elder sister, when she had to cook simple rice and pulses for a few days as our mother was sick. My sister, who boasts to have cooked chicken and biryani and what not while she was in hostel for 5 years while studying, said those words.

       Let me introduce us both. My sister is a 9:30 to 6 working individual, presently working from home(COVID days). And I know not what kind of an office she works in because I see her talking with her alleged Muslim boyfriend, lying in bed during work hours, and then her boss calls exactly when we need her (And you know what? I ain't even exaggerating.). Oh! Alleged bf because we doubt them but she denies anddddd because we happen to be a right wing Hindu family.

        And then here I am. A fresh graduate on market, who did her graduation in pure science, so she can't bag a job immediately. I had 2 options - study further or prepare for the competitive. Of course, I chose the latter because parents refused to pay for higher studies! Tadaaa...

       So, here we are. My sister, with her studies complete and a fixed 9:30 to 6 job (God! So boring. Can I simply write 9 to 5? You'll get the point, right?) and me, working a 5-hour part-time job, 3-hour coaching class, studying current affairs, wih no prior knowledge or interest in knowing what the capital of some remote African country is. And if you have prepared or are preparing for any government exam, you know how much time a day it takes.

       So, my sister (1) being the elder one,

(2) being the one who lived outside our house for 5 years, 'cause I didn't,

(3) being the one who can give more time to household chores,

(4) being the one who always boasts of her skills and qualities and

(5) being the one who, along with mother and father, always makes me feel worthless and a burden on Dear Earth, 

I assumed I would do 30% of work and she would do 70% of the work now that our mother is sick(actually, claims to be sick).

       But then those words came. And then I started doing 60% of work. And I hoped the words would stop. But they didn't. Now, coupled with mother's words, I have to work 80%, along with the afore mentioned conditions and still no respect! Wow! Hurray to the sins I committed in my last life that led me to this life.

       So, if any of my real life friend is reading this, here is the life of mine that you envy so rigorously. Bye!