This is a story of Samantha, an up-and-coming London lawyer with a super busy schedule. After working very hard for seven years, Samantha is waiting for her break - partnership in a big law firm, but suddenly things go wrong. Samantha's little mistake ruins her career.

Unable to cope with the pressure, Samantha wanders away from London and finds herself interviewing for and taking up a job as a housekeeper. Coping with her new 'homely' responsibilities, Samantha falls in love with life (and of course a new guy).

I can already see some quizzical eyebrows. I know I am not a successful lawyer (or successful anything...AS YET). Neither do I have a stressful job nor have I changed my career to anything like housekeeping.

In case you have no clue about the woes of domesticity after living 'wildly' for 24 years, you are lucky. My tryst with domestic destiny started a year ago. Till then, I was blissfully unaware about the amount of hard work cooking, cleaning and maintaining takes.

Hell, I didn't even know that Indian veggies need 'tadkas' to taste so good. I didn't know how to;

1. Remove ink stains from a white shirt.
2. Keep the floor shining just like my mom's does.
3. Hand-wash my 'delicates' without ruining them... the list could go on.

Recently I have realised that it's not just me. The number of hopeless undomestic goddesses is increasing by the day. It is two generations since the 'progressive' womankind considers cooking, cleaning and maintaining regressive, basically the work for dumb housewives who have no life / poor maids who have no choice (who, by the way, we pay through our noses).

We didn't get those higher degrees for nothing you know. We love our careers, the hard work, the long hours, the ass-kissing, the deadlines and the stress.

But, cooking my SO's favourite pasta dish on a weekend? What for? Why do we have so many Italian bistros anyway?

Taking the kids to a park? Such a pain… besides, who has the time? I'm paying the babysitter to do that, plus I am getting them a new PlayStation soon!

Doing my own laundry? What will all the dry-cleaners do if I stop giving them business?

Just imagine if all these domestic helpers go on a strike one day. Where will we all be? Who says housework doesn't require brains, management skills, planning? Who says it's not a rewarding experience to get a dish right? Who says it doesn't require equal hardwork, perseverance and intellect to be known for a 'culinary speciality' as it does to get a higher degree?