I have been gayab from my little bloggie for days now. I haven’t been able to visit your blogs either. Where I have been able to visit your blogs, I haven’t been able to comment..and before people start pointing out the stupid shayari that I have been unleashing on Choco’s blog let me rephrase..I haven’t been able to comment responsibly on posts. And that is because I am moving house.
For me this week has been a week of new learnings. Moving house has actually brought me closer to myself. One ligament tear and a couple of pulled muscles later, I have realised that I aint as strong as I pretend to be..both emotionally and physically.
Nostalgia grips me by the throat and I find myself missing random stuff like the lanes that I passed through everyday for the last 18 years of my life or the pack of dogs who mysteriously transformed into a rock band every night introducing me to various genres of music. I now know where Himeshbhai gets his inspiration from.
Moving houses has also thought me a lot of things.
Like the back of the bed isn’t a good place to hide your marksheets, because sooner or later you get caught. My mom found a stack of my standard 11 marksheets crumpled up behind my bed. While I had managed to respectfully pass out of college (with distinction..just in case anyone is getting any ideas ) she couldnt resist looking at my marks and sniggering.
Or that my cupboard has enough clothes to fill up 3 cartons and yet I end up wearing my favourite few again and again. Pareto’s principle anyone?
Moving house has finally helped me learn how to use my lappy. I have been sticking to my faithful desktop while poor lappy sat all covered with dust. Delayed delivery pf the PC table and my total addiction to the net has made sure that I learn how to use the lappy. The keys are still too sensitive for my taste and the mouse too complicated to use..but yet here I am writing a whole post while the lappy beeps screaming for a recharge.
These few days have also helped the people in my new building experience my hidden talents. Like my power over rickwalas. Every morning I have a queue waiting for me eager to drive me to my destination.Like the Pied Piper of Hamelin, I attract rickwalas to my doorstep. Or like my awesome driving skills. 6 days into the new house and I have managed to dent one of my neighbors cars. The good thing is that the chap has a great sense of humor and a car that is already majorly dented by his sister. Bad news is that he is HOT.
Now I have never been the type to believe in love at first sight. One look at him and I was ready to toss away my life long beliefs. He is Adonis reincarnated with the most amazing dimples I have ever seen. I have honestly never cared about how I look and there I was that day in the most kachara halat you can ever imagine..with my hair tied up in a high pony and dressed in my tracks and sweatshirt, definitely a far cry from how I would have wanted to be when I first met him. Anyhoo, dad has invited him for the grah pravesh pooja where I shall dazzle him all dressed in my traditional glory.
I have also realised that I am not as health conscious as I pretend to be. I never eat without washing my hands. And roadside stuff is a big time no-no (I know most of you are going...is she crazy..yeah I am..I am cleanliness obsessed just like my fav Monica). But the last week was spent buying stuff from the roadside sandwich wala and eating in a house full of boxes and a LOT of dirt. Cleanliness and hygiene went flying out of the window and I discovered my love for dirt laden roadside food.
I have also realised that I am not clumsy as I had always claimed to be. 1 dinner set and 2 broken cups later..I now know I am clumsier. But that thankfully has got me off the kitchen duty.
I still have loads of boxes to unpack and stuff to buy and loads of stuff to learn about myself.
I shall be back soon..with loads of bakwaas and hopefully some pics of the flower rangoli I am planning to make on Dasshera.