I remain FAITHFUL TO SPOUSE HER multitasking always amazed me, especially when it pertains to kitchen chemistry. It was 8 AM. In the kitchen, spouse was checking the viscosity of the sambar, the solubility of chutney and the permeability of coffee, all at the same time. The huge number of multisized, multilabel bottles and cans on the shelf in front of her, looked like a alchemist lab of yesteryear with containers of odd shapes and sizes labeled in Greek and Latin. Languages one can learn, but here it was a different challenge. The ‘Horlicks’ bottle contained chili powder, the ‘Bournvita’ tin, salt, while the oats tin had turmeric. I won’t be surprised if the rat poison cover had pickles in it. But even without the blink of an eye, she confidently opens a container labeled Britannia biscuit, puts a little masala powder from it in one of the containers inside the cooker and switch on the gas to correct flame. No stop watch to meaure time, no weighing scale to go by. But then she heard knock at the doors, there was this call from the department of physics. The milkman has come with milk in stainless steel drum. Even without a lactometer she predicted that the milk did not meet the required specific gravity to be deemed fit for baby, adult, pediatric and our pets included. She launched into a lecture with him. The simultaneous arrival of the old newspaperwalla needed supervision in weights and measures department, which she did with accuracy eligible to earn an ISO certification. She removed the magnet that was holding on to the bottom of pan on his old fashioned scale. Within the next 20 minutes she noted, that the particulate matter in tap water was alarmingly high (to me it seemed normal ) and made sure that no one used it for drinking. By noon she discovered an unusual biologic phenomena of slowing of the movement of our goldfish in our jerry can sized aquarium and predicted that the prognosis and outcome was poor. With my degrees in physics & engineeg, I did not find the status of fish any abnormal but uttered an “yes-yes”, just to avoid an argument or altercation than anything else. By evening 6 the goldfish had died. She followed the exact norms of environmental safety in disposal of the mortal remains with necessary prayers; identifying that the cause for the mortality was the new brand of fish food, without an autopsy. The arrival of the gardeners made her take critical decisions in the area of agriculture deciding on which manure would suit the mango tree better. And the financial wizard happily manages to run the home with a fiscal deficit starting by end of third week of every month. It is said that all modern management skills originated from ancestral kitchenettes and go beyond what you are taught in the B schools., However top grade they are, one need some special sense. I agree. Even if my salary check ( or pink slip ) lies deep in my pocket, she sense it out by the time, I park the car shed - should I say phenomenal. Surprising that with all these attributes , a working hour from 6 AM 11 PM and on call 24 hrs a day, spouses - home makers- are still labelled "unemployed" alias SAHM and THIS TRIBE suffers that there is no organized (trade) union. Managing the department of Home, with two hyper active kids is another matter which needs Herculean efforts & intellectual gymnastics. Today in the era of re-designation, where without call for a strike, the world brothers have decided to elevate and promote the good old, young at heart, housewives to homemakers. Is she happy with it - I have apprehensions. *I have very little knowledge of chemistry, nature science, food and beverage & finance matters. *Despite degrees. I remain faithful to my wife - the Home Maker - and I cling to her just for my continued survival.