Settling in

Moving is not as easy as it used to be in the past.  When we moved from a tiny two room shack to our next level of residence, eleven years ago, we could fit all our earthly possessions into a fish-cart and be done with the move in one hour.  A decade later, the next move took an era, with multiple trips of the truck to and fro to move the mountainous materialistic possessions that we have accumulated – pretty disgusting, I tell you.  I dread to think of a possible next move.  We’d probably need a giant space ship or something.

The new house is, as I mentioned before, beautiful.  After initial hiccups, we have finally settled in.  Stuff has been unpacked, new furniture bought (Gosh, more stuff ), and measurements taken for curtains and frills, which will be fitted in a couple of days.  The purse is considerably lighter but I suspect the expenses have been well worth it.

I have a lovely kitchen now – most people know that the kitchen in my old house was my cross to bear – it was small, had open shelves and generally messy all the time because, well, open shelves does that;  entering the kitchen would put me in bad mood.  This new one is marginally larger, but has sufficient, closed storage space, and therefore, I suspect, would be far less messy than before.

The yard is huge, and my friend, G, who dropped in said “wow, you can hold a wedding in here”.  I don’t have a green thumb, but that has never stopped me from struggling with plants, has it?

The best part of the house in my opinion is a cement bench in the front yard, under a ginormous canopy of a mango tree.  It is bang at the center of a natural tunnel caused by adjacent buildings, and the channel-wind throughout the day is amazing.   I sat a few times in solitude on the bench and it was most conducive to meditation, except that the bench is also a monkey track, and there are periodic march past of primates as I sit in silence – they ignore me, and I, them.  I look forward to more such moments.

Those are the good parts.  The not-so-good part is that moving is stressful, and tiresome, and it shows.  The family is on the edge, ready to pounce on each other – I even lost my temper once and yelled, which is very rare for me.  This too, hopefully, will pass and relative peace would return soon.

So, that’s why I have been AWOL.



Three super good news

  1.  The tender mango season is here.  I made a first small batch of pickle last week and it is ready for consumption.
  2. We got the house we had applied for.  We hadn’t, initially, but for some reason (I am curious why), the people who were allotted the house, didn’t take it.  I suspect it’s because it is a duplex town house and people we talk to seem to not like having to climb stairs inside the house.  The new house is nice, lest I start waxing eloquently. We are in the thick of planning the move and would have migrated by the weekend.
  3. This is a small story-of-sorts, bear with me. I live in a wooded neighbourhood, which is a natural habitat for monkeys. We must keep our homes well caged, and make sure there are no visible display of edible stuff to attract them.  Things aren’t simple all the time.  Yesterday, my maid left a bag of millets given to her by someone else in the ledge in our verandah, which is insulated from outside by a grill gate.  A visitor to our home inadvertently left the grill gate open, and a tribe of monkeys walked in, tore the packet of millet, scattered the grains all over the floor and front steps and after a gala party, left.  I had to transfer a large box of stuff to my visitor’s car parked outside, and stepped on the sloping step, with the box in hand. I slipped on the millets, dropped the box, fell backwards, landed on my back, and hit the back of my head hard against the cement floor.  For a moment I blacked out, and I could hear my visitor call out my name from a distance.  I thought that was it for gobblefunkist.  Now why is this good news?  Twenty four hours hence, I am typing this post.

Life’s good.


Check list

Take siestas – check

Glowing screen break – check

Potter about the garden – check

Read book – check

Deep clean kitchen – check

Gym –  must resume

Summer wardrobe makeover (as fancy as that sounds – 3 salwar sets) – tomorrow perhaps?

Backlog editing work – groan.  Not for another couple of days at least.



The score

My last deadline for the season ended half an hour ago, not a moment too soon.

Here’s the score:

1. The deadline in December: Required 8 documents, delivered 8 documents

2.  Jan 8th: Required 6 documents, delivered 6 documents

3. Feb 8th: Required 8 documents, delivered 8 documents

4. End Feb: Required 6 documents, delivered 6 documents

5. March 9: Required 6 documents, delivered 4.

As you can see, I failed my last deadline by 25%, and once it hits, I’ll beat myself about it, but for now, I couldn’t care less.  In my 17 years, I have not had this many deadlines come one after the other continuously for four months.  Much as I love writing sciencey stuff, it gets terribly tiring after a point.

After I sent the last document half an hour ago, I went into the bathroom to have a bath (it’s noon, yes).  As I poured the first mug of water over myself, I felt like melting into a puddle along with the water. I looked into the mirror at my own face, after a really long time, and couldn’t recognise the face that stared back.  There were dark patches around the eyes that would put a black-hole to shame.  The hair fell out in clumps as I combed out the tangles that I have been ignoring for ages now.

My client still has 10 hours of work to put in, thanks to the time difference between us, and I feel sorry for him.  Usually, I’d offer to help him with his work, after mine is done, but I am biologically incapable of it today.  After I post this piece, I am going to crawl into bed, and lie there, staring at the ceiling.

Thanks for bearing with my tantrums here, and for the support. I promise I’ll try and get back some sense of humour soon.  Also, I haven’t been responding to comments, sorry about that.  I’ll get to that as well in due course.



And counting…

  1.  I am terribly behind schedule for my last deadline for the season.
  2. I am mentally tired and am unable to think logically anymore.
  3. I am sleep deprived.  The stress gives me nightmares – last night I dreamed that my child got lost, and woke up sobbing.
  4. I am in bad mood, as seems everyone in the house, which makes us all snappy towards each other.  I hope I have the strength to just shut up.
  5. We didn’t get the house we had applied for.  It was all fair, there were people senior to us, but I feel miffed.  I was looking forward to the larger house.  When am I going to realise that desire is the sole cause of misery?
  6. I feel physically heavy – I must have put on at least a couple of kilos in the past month.  Stress eating + reduction in exercise due to lack of time, are taking their toll.  I am irritated.
  7. My eyes are tired.  I need a break from glowing screen.
  8. Our new car came, and the new car smell makes me sick and gives me a migraine.  I don’t want to feel like throwing up every time I get into the car.
  9. I am getting irritated at how materialistic my life has become.  This is so against my grain.
  10. I need a break.