The jharoo saga: For the sake of the environment it's time to bid farewell to this domestic aide By Chitra Narain | Nov 14, 2012, 12.00 AM IST There have been four distinct stages in my 75-year association with the jharoo. First, the girlish impulse to emulate our sexy cleaning woman (i won't use the derogatory word "jamadar" commonly used in the Raj days). I thought then, that this was a most exciting profession, as she stooped low, jharoo in hand, casting come-hither glances at our platoon of servants and chaprasis, who would hover around her while she executed her task with the grace of a dancer. Later, this fascination gave way to despair and anger, when married and a young householder, i would find dust and scraps in every nook and cranny. A favourite stow away place was under the only Mirzapuri carpet we owned, the pride of our railway colony bungalow. Needless to say, i was left to complete her work, since our cook made it clear that this was not his job. Th...