Work Break

While I sit at work and contemplate about what I can do without attracting too much attention from my co-workers about my current lack of assigned work, I thought I'd just ramble on.
Rovinson who sits two seats away from me glances at me and flashes a smile.I think he finds me a little amusing. For starters, I call him Rovi in a sing song manner (which I know is very annoying) which I don't think anyone in the world has ever called him. I also instruct him to get me 5 eclairs from the shop below practically every day after lunch. He rarely speaks and most people didn't know he can. He spends most of his time watching Tamil music videos on youtube and chatting online with his friends. He is very sweet though. I know that because he smiles every single time I call him Rovi and ask for my self proclaimed eclairs. That's Rovinson for you.
 While I shuffle between my inbox and my design on Illustrator which has now been scrapped, I realize I have absolutely nothing to do. My inbox lies open perpetually even if I'm not chatting. It just lies there to feed into an obsession of sorts. People around me are chatting and working side by side. Our peon Shantaram just went around serving tea. I really like him. He is always smiling and is very sweet.
I have always had a soft corner for people who serve us. Especially because I grew up with servants at home who literally lived with us and became part of our family. My mother always made sure that we treated them with respect. I couldn't even address them as bai (maid) and called them maushi(aunty), didi/tai(older sister) instead. I still can't.
In India where we have it easy with ten people at our disposal, I often wonder about how we don't think twice before we take certain liberties of treating or rather ill treating them. They have no choice is what I hear ever so often. Circumstantially bound, they serve us and never ever dare to fight us. However, I feel sometimes that there is always a choice. I don't mean a choice to find a better life for themselves and other idealistic/romantic bullshit like that. I mean one can always say no. What would we do then if one fine day our maids, drivers, gas station workers, peons, conductors, bus drivers, auto fellows just decided to not serve you anymore because they just didn't feel like it?
Yeah, spare time to think and create unusual scenarios in my head but these things affect me ever so often. Of course with time, I have resorted to taking the quintessential road of indifference and arrogance wherein I think feeling bad for people less blessed in itself is a thought that creates that divide of affluence or class. Then again, I can't help but feel or think now, can I?