We had shifted our residence on the 1st even though it was within the same building, block….just different floors….the whole process of getting stuff out, packing, moving, unpacking and again arranging stuff was draining is just an understatement. We were completed enervated and frazzled. Literally sapped of all energy, the body was aching to crash wherever it could lay itself down. The house was a complete mess with boxes all around and tons of items to be arranged neatly. We had postponed this activity of house shifting for many years just because of the scare of this mammoth exercise that has to be undertaken. Eventually we had to look out for another house since last year since the house owner decided to sell their house. Since we did not want to move out of this building due to friends circle and other associated benefits, we had to wait until we could find the right apartment within the building for almost an year.
It is only at the time of packing due you kind of realize how much of items (wanted and unwanted) you have literally stuffed in every piece of enclosed furniture. So long as it is not visible to the eyes, you feel that you don’t really have much of anything. It is only when you take them out of cupboards and shelves do you realize….it comes like a never ending waterfall and you just drown in that sea of items that you have accumulated over the years. It is like an endless mass of the entire universe. You think you have cleared everything and then you come to realize there is something still lying in some corner ogling and smiling vicariously at you with devilish eyes. At that moment, you just literally feel like either throwing the towel or the item out. And then you worry about the after effect of the latter act, from your better half. You surrender to the evil item and pack it with wraps and covers carefully as if it was a baby.
Apart from the physical activity, the aspect of calling different folks like electricians, carpenters, painters, plumbers, aqua-purifier person, connections for TV and Internet and coordinating with them is a nightmarish task. We kind of shared this responsibility into two fold. While I took care of the physical aspects of packing stuff, Vidya undertook the responsibility of coordinating with the other set of folks. And if you thought coordinating with these guys and getting things done was a cakewalk, well you are sorely mistaken. First, they would not turn up on time, second, they would not even answer your phone calls, third all your plans go haywire as one thing has to be completed before you start another….so you are stuck and nothing gets done as per schedule. Lastly, all of them come at the same time and you really go mad. End game, some of them end up doing a lousy job and you have to redo it all over again.
All of this happens on a Quarter end and you have to keep checking your emails for some urgent work and attending calls and answering queries….what a wonderful timing really….you could not have chosen a better date really….well, I am sure all those who read this will have their own set of experiences to share which will be rib tickling if you look at it with a humorous perspective. Otherwise, it is pure hell and I fully empathize with you on that front….and after a week or so once the house is kind of settled down….your reaction…
Beautiful Life 