I asked my house help to dust the ceiling fan—simple, right? Handed her a telescope duster, pointed to the sturdy balcony ladder, basically set her up for success. Enter BS (BhagyaShree). Instead of following instructions, she perched on a low IKEA stool…on top of the mattress…yanking fan blades like a personal resistance band. Now my once-beloved fan squeaks, threatens to go airborne, and crash-land on me at any moment. Creativity? Innovation? Or pure chaos? One thing is clear: BS indeed. Nothing remotely Bhagya or Shree. Just BS. If you’ve ever experienced house-help-induced disasters, you’ll nod along. And if you haven’t…consider yourself lucky.