highlights

of course not in my hair. i swear here and now that i will never ever ever colour my hair any colour. meaning when it turns white i will not colour it black and now that it is black i will not colour it brown or red or rust or burnt sienna (anyone remember what this is? camel water colours!)

skip to highlights:
* frog in the kitchen. twice. seems to like warm cozy spot next to drain pipe. was dealt with summarily. meaning i outsourced dealing with it. not touching any frogs myself. sorry folks.
* washing machine okay so far so good - am kind of obsessed with this device.
* have a phone but it will not allow me to make calls out. screw it. i will use my mobile. you can call me though.
* used up all my curtains. fucking insane number of windows going on here. need more curtains.
* serendipitously sofa cleaner dude's flier came with the paper today. need his help pronto. nasty sofas.
* 35 boxes still to be unpacked. 25 of these are precious. books that is. rest are what no one knows though since i am missing my spare car key one hopes that one of the them has that useful bit of metal.
* bird noises. racket in fact. wakes you up better than an alarm though still too cold (it is cold okay, early in the morning) to leave window open
* child has loped off to educational trip to milk factory today. very excited. narrated story from long ago memory from a wonderful children's encyclopedia that i possessed once upon a time. hope indian fact will agree with american fiction.
* subsisting on: 2 calvin and hobbes, 1 goblin's toy shop (blyton), 1 tehelka, 1 magic pot. need to unpack those boxes.
* summarily dismissed the question of local cable versus tata sky. who cares. not me. something that feeds something to my giant-ass tv is sufficient considering how less useful this fellow is to us.
* monster tantrums. monster co-operated broadly during move. occupied itself with something or the other stopping only occasionally to roll in the filth that collected everywhere. threw the odd tantrum and got the odd punishment for it. we have now kissed and made up through a note which reads "i love you amma hope y do to" (thus oozing cuteness and making me forget many other things of earlier. motherhood kinda sucks. one can never win. i give up. that monkey.).
* all the people who i have not called or messaged or emailed, well, you know me. add on top of it my move and the various parts that are hanging because of it. especially think of the fact that the bloody aquaguard guy has not turned up yet and find it in your hearts to forgive.

mua mua.

Flux

Every time change comes to me, to my life, its associated with loss of sleep, and piles of dust:
* Seven years ago we wallowed in filth one fine day in Cambridge, loaded a truck, bid our precious boxes of books (and pretty little else) goodbye and went our way while the boxes went their way on the transoceanic journey east.
* It was fourteen years ago (maybe thirteen?) that I begged people for help in fixing my big suitcase since my mum had banned me from buying a new one, and somehow, loading my stuff (meaning clothes that I never wore since I lived in jeans) in the luggage van of the train and so on, reached home triumphantly, back from my nasty one-room hostel dwelling - the room was nice, very beautiful with a balcony and so forth, I had lax rules on cleaning though.
* Leaving out the smaller moves here and there, now, today, I am in the midst of a big one. Meaning dust bunnies the size of dogs have emerged from behind the cupboard that StyleSpa dismantled with aplomb. My phone is ringing continuously with people asking for directions. My brain was going to explode as I tried to unravel the connections:
The washing machine has to be locked by Siemens. The door to the backyard has to be broken down my local carpenter (or husband). Washing machine has be packed by Agarwals Packers (& Movers). Washing machine has to be loaded into truck by A P (& M). Unloaded likewise. Set up over there by local electrician. Unlocked by Siemens. Its unique ability to wash for hours without dealing at all with the splotches of dirt on the monsters clothes to be enjoyed, of course, by me... Invariably the local electrician has called me a billion times asking to do his bit. Siemens (which is the first step?) is MIA. A P (&M) should be here any minute now...
If you are in the mood, I can tell the story behind all my other stuff in excrutiating detail as well. Oh wait, here is my phone.
& yes, I am moving about 10 meters from my current residence (okay maybe 3 kms). & the fingers hurt from cleaning the switchboards (which are caked in cement) in my new ground-floor-home-with-a-garden(YEAH!)-but-too-close-to-the-main-road(HONK HONK!). & i am going now to buy me a cycle since ta-daa i can cycle (or walk or better still, run) to work from next week.

& Someone CLAPPED for me as I ran countless number of circles around the little park outside here this morning. You know, just to get out my frustrations and get charged up for the day, and since its unlikely I will come all the way here to run anymore. I also climbed up the 24 floors to my roost here, since, you know, ground floor and all from next week, and how cool this is and ooh I am going to miss everything and gawd the bathrooms....)