Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Your Mom's A Sex Worker?

  • Aug. 14th, 2009 at 3:04 PM
I was in a meeting yesterday, and as I am wont to do, I'd drunk more than my fair share of liquids. It's Hyderabad and the weather last evening was simply lovely! However, the over-weight and unfortunate Hyderabaddies who look like tight fits even in the widest chairs in the meeting room were over-heating. The air conditioner was straining to meet a scant 24 degree average temperature.

Being thin-skinned and unfortunate as I am on my blubber reserves, I soon began suffering from acute heat loss. A few minutes into the meeting, my bladder began to cry foul and I excused myself to make the (by now desperate) journey to the loo to relieve myself.

The journey was not all that bad, and everything went as planned. I'm always amazed by how the infra red detector for auto-flush works so seamlessly. :) That's something I'll investigate in detail later sometime. But for now, I suppose it's good enough that you're all convinced of how uneventful (compared to normalcy) the whole process was.

Getting back to the point of this post, I finally decided that I'd spent way too much time away from the meeting and ought to be crawling back. So I crawled back.

As I pushed the pneumatic assisted door open and walked into the room, the first words that reached me were "They're dirty clients, I think we ought to drop them from the agenda altogether". I had caught a conversation mid-way, but my tongue was caught in another world altogether. I burst out laughing! I laughed, and I laughed, and I laughed some more. :) Everyone froze and stared at me like I'd gone quite insane. By the time I had managed to bring my glee into control, I was half sure they'd made up their minds that I was just about ready to get fired.

They asked me what the joke was all about, but had to sadly refuse to share it with them. You guys are a bit luckier though, so I'll dish out some of the joy I was rolling myself around in.

A long time ago, when I was in Delhi, still studying and playing out the role I'd chosen to play in my life at that point in time, I once walked into my classroom after having taken a break from the cacophony of unsheathed tongues. Conversations were peppered around the classroom and people, it seemed, were interacting in full swing.

As I approached a clump of people, I heard half a snippet of conversation:

She: "....Oh, You can't believe it, she was attacked by one of her clients!"
Me: "Wow! She a sex worker?"
She: "Damn you, she's my mom!"
Me: ".... Err!" *O_o*
She *
Stalks out of the classroom in a hefty huff*
The whole group of people (those who did'nt quietly walk away) stood on as silent spectators, too stunned to invoke muscular contraction.*
Me *
A moment of hesitation, and I rush after the girl frantically trying at the same time to decide which way was up and which was down, and somehow manage to catch up with her looking over one of the few (open) balconies of the building.*
She: "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Me: "Don't push me over the railing, I did'nt mean to imply anything.. It's just that I heard you say those words and somehow, the word 'Client' stood out and conveyed that meaning.. I had no idea who you were talking about.. What does your mom do for a living?"
She *
Turns around and watches the sun setting over the horizon*
Me: "I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but sooner or later, you'll have to tell someone.."
She *
Smiles as the last speck of sun vanishes over the smoggy Delhi sky-line*
Me: "....hmm?"
She: "My mom's a psychotherapist!"

We walked back to the class in fits of laughter.
I thought it was one of my most intimate encounters with the opposite sex at the time. I later found out that she had a boyfriend who stood one and a half times higher than me, was twice as broad as he was tall, and drove a 12 year old, faded dark-blue Maruti 800. :)

I never dated her. And looking back at my life, I suppose it was for the best anyway. :)

I don't think the heavy weights out here at work ought to hear any of this though, they'd see the pervert that I am and probably turn out to be axe murderers who're rediscovering their true identities. :) Too much at stake here. A private joke is of private worth. :) Somehow, I don't think you guys will find this episode as funny as I did either, but I can risk it with you. ;)



rythm wrote:
Aug. 14th, 2009 11:58 am (UTC)
It is funny. But, what happened in the room that made you remember this event? Was it your team mentioning about the dirty clients? ;)
angiasaa wrote:
Aug. 14th, 2009 10:58 pm (UTC)
Yup. They mentioned the word and "dirty" in the same sentance. I suffered from instant recall and my tummy burst out laughing. :)
subtle_blues wrote:
Aug. 14th, 2009 12:44 pm (UTC)
:) Did you ever get to meet her mom, though? It might've solved all your dating problems :).

Fun post! Welcome Back!
subtle_blues wrote:
Aug. 14th, 2009 04:14 pm (UTC)
On a parallel note (or maybe perpendicular, you figure), India needs to legalize and regulate prostitution and protect sex workers asap. It's funny how prostitution itself is not illegal but all businesses around it are. We are too vague about these things. The final victim is the sex-worker. They simply can't turn a blind eye to it anymore with soaring HIV positive cases and human trafficking.
angiasaa wrote:
Aug. 14th, 2009 11:07 pm (UTC)
Not just that. But legalizing prostitution will bring better control to the spread of the virus. It will also reduce the number of rape cases and beat down the number of sex offenders that keep showing up everywhere!

I so agree with you! :(
angiasaa wrote:
Aug. 14th, 2009 10:59 pm (UTC)
lol! No, never met her mom. :P

Thank ye, thank ye! :)
inspirethoughts wrote:
Aug. 14th, 2009 03:51 pm (UTC)
Oh it was very funny...thoroughly enjoyed it.

So, the "dirty clients" reminded you of "clients" of a sex worker? Wow....LOL!

angiasaa wrote:
Aug. 14th, 2009 11:01 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you did. :)

*smiles* Yeah, fancy mind work, don't you think?

Edited at 2009-08-14 11:01 pm (UTC)
inspirethoughts wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2009 09:24 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah...very FANCY! ;)
angiasaa wrote:
Aug. 18th, 2009 08:03 am (UTC)
Woooooooo!! :-P
nikitamehta wrote:
Aug. 18th, 2009 07:05 am (UTC)
I have one of those moments everytime I hear the word client too..

Get this: One of the financial advisors I deal with, his name is Mike Rotch... a client.. for sure!
angiasaa wrote:
Aug. 21st, 2009 01:18 pm (UTC)
It's interesting how easily one might jump to a completely unrelated conclusion na. :)

(I did'nt get that bit about Mike Rotch". Though I did think he sounded creepy crawlish.. Like "My Ckroach"? :P Not very funny, but still, my best attempt at figuring it out. :)
subtle_blues wrote:
Dec. 2nd, 2009 04:30 am (UTC)
dum dum! Mike Rotch == My Krotch. No cockroaches there :P
angiasaa wrote:
Dec. 2nd, 2009 04:42 pm (UTC)
Yeah, took a while, but Nix revealed it to me soon after. :) And it's My Crotch. :P
subtle_blues wrote:
Dec. 2nd, 2009 04:44 pm (UTC)
god! I know.. I was just making the point with the spelling. :-o sheesh!
angiasaa wrote:
Dec. 2nd, 2009 04:52 pm (UTC)
Oh. And here I was thinking ki you were just being who you are! sheesh! :P
piraticpontiff wrote:
Aug. 19th, 2009 08:10 pm (UTC)
Wonder what might have happened if the mom was a banker/trader on Wall St. or was a Madoff clone. :P
angiasaa wrote:
Aug. 21st, 2009 01:19 pm (UTC)
Then I'd have had absolutely no problem imagining her playing the dual role of Superwoman by day, and sex worker by night. :) Would you? :-D
vijucat wrote:
Mar. 17th, 2011 09:09 pm (UTC)
:)) Nice anecdote, but, woah!! I'm way too distracted by the profile pics (visiting after a looong time).

The one called "Bathe : Squeaky Clean.... Holier than thou!" is very nice. Very Jesus-like :)
(Anonymous) wrote:
Sep. 28th, 2011 11:15 am (UTC)
mothers choice of WORK stuff's up my realtionship-life
if someone could please give me advice id be really greatful.. my mother is a 'sex worker" kills me to say it i just found out and i have been so emotional over it im 19 and i have a boyfriend of 1 years and everything is going great with us and he found out about my mothers job..! iv have been crying for like literly 2 months.. he want nothing to do with me and im tryign to explain to him im nothing like my mother.. i just finished my 3 years in uni for ECT and im so embaressed and worried that this is going to effect realtionships even with friends now and in the future..! i just wanted to know how people would feel if they new their partners mother was invloved with this kind of work and .. .. should he be judging me and making me feel disgusting i have know idea what to do its really getting to me
angiasaa wrote:
Jan. 10th, 2012 10:05 pm (UTC)
Re: mothers choice of WORK stuff's up my realtionship-life
Apologies for the late reply..

Well, I'd suggest you throw the guy out of your life and forget him. It is ridiculous that someone should be judged by their parents, or by their chosen line of work.

There's nothing wrong with working in the sex industry. If there's anything wrong, it is in the way people perceive the job profile. It's a way of making a living for some, and consider the service that they are providing to society.

I for one think there should not be any discrimination whatsoever. It is sad that you are suffering from an issue that should not have arisen in the first place.

I hope things work out for you.