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Why we need an App to find a Household Help!

We have an app for every need of our’s these days - we have those that help us tracks our food, tell us how fast our heart is beating when we are anxious and how much we need sleep or water, some to hep us self educate and some that even claim to find us love ! Yes, I agree that’s it is a delirious idea - but when you are 36 and suddenly you find yourself mostly talking to yourself - you realise it is not a bad idea to have someone hear your moot points. You find yourself looking for that camaraderie when you were young in age, swimming in your youth with lot of time to waste pondering - but here you are - you have bills to pay while maintaining sanity on a day-to-day basis while dealing with a world that is ruthlessly mean about you being single! The judgement is just biblical - yes, I choose the wrong person in my youth and yes, I thought that they would stay around and yes like you judges, I never thought I would have to figure this when I should be figuring investment plans but then - so some young IIT-IIMian am sure like me thought - an app that helps you find someone ! The problem here in lies - you can not find love based on algorithm and you cannot find someone who will choose you based on machine learning. Love is very small word to describe the bigger action called - choice. I believe we make choices everyday - some we stick to and become our habits and some we try and change overtime - the expansion of the digital space cannot collapse the the voidness that exists within us. It simply cannot. There is no such thing as someone who has just known you basis three questions and your religious sentiments and your sexual preference as choosing to stick around for you - that is Hollywood romcom plot and unfortunately, reality is more vividly vast than just equations clicking towards creating sensationalising chemistry. It is a slow brewing process,a time-investment risky process with no return guaranteed and no offer document to read and verify - it something that has to be attained over 100th coffee conversations and million situations creating moments that one fine day might lapse. After all even in the chemistry lab - the sizzle is just a few seconds - the remains is what remains for everyone to ponder over. Something so primal and so basic - how can a machine do that for you ? What the machine can do for you - is find you people to do the above steps with - but drolldrum of the affair is adulting - you need to look after yourself, do self-care, look splendid, eat well and also have enough money in your account - otherwise - we have a judgement club titled - "gold digger' waiting to tag you. So when clarity sets in - you re-look at the whole need and I realised my needs are just too basic - I need someone who can cook some decent basic food for me, hear my self chatter and not interrupt and keep the house in order when I want to focus on pursuit of satisfying my workaholic need. Voila ! I NEEDED a cook, a Help ! But here is the thing - the perfect help is one of the most difficult to come by and yes the perfect help does exist and trust me it is easier to find people to chill over a coffee - we have apps for that too but to find a person who knows your schedule, who knows your food type, your taste bud and who gives in to your OCD and look at the returns - of course, fresh food, clean house and mental peace - stability and isn't that what we looking for at the end of the day. The works are simple - Once you have shown them around for a week and habituated them to your habits - you can focus on things that now fall in the want category. But the journey to finding a household help for someone like me who moves every two years is a nightmare process and now I know why mothers in Indian household are more fond and partial to their maids than their own daughters. The findings, getting the language, temperament settings and so on. Imagine redoing it all - every two years. A household help is an essential need for anyone of us who are trying to keep the balance between going between work and having a decent space to come back to - the needs are simple and I believe more than helping us find our partners leading to disappointments - how about an app with such easy algorithm to help us find our ideal helps ! And if you are tech guy reading this - you owe me royalty for floating this idea so I can afford a perfect help.

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