Weekend errands

The weekend was a busy one. i finally decided on the colours - golden apple and
sunrise for the living cum dining room, light green for the kitchen, pink for the passage, pink and mauve for the first bedroom, satin blue and dewdrop for the second bedroom, blue and pink for the bathroom. Ema and my sisters were, i guess, a bit apprehensive about how it would end up looking like. To be honest, even i am petrified. Well, there is nothing much i can do about it as i have already bought the paints. So i just have to wait. i went and bought all the electric fittings on saturday. And burned a hole in my pocket. ouch.

The painting would be over by this weekend. And provided i get the registration done, i should be be shifting by next week. The bank, just to prove me wrong, is being a pain in you-know-where. The guy was all sugar and honey. He said my profile is very good and that i am on the top of the list of loans to be sanctioned by this month! Pray tell me what good is that if i don't get the sanction letter? i am getting frustrated.

This whole process, tiring as it is, has been a nice experience for me. i mean, i find it satisfying doing all the things by myself.

mess...

i am such a disorganised person that it irks me no end. i just cannot seem to organise my things. My room is a mess most of the time, with my bed piled up with mags, books and oddities. And everytime i need something,i have to really go through a "treasure-hunt". This topic surfaced because i have misplaced a pen drive containing some project data!! How irresponsible..i was there in the middle of the night yesterday trying to figure out where i have kept the damned thing. In the process, i found the pearl earrings he gave me for valentine's day (and which i thought i had lost), the beautiful seiko watch my friend gave for my birthday, the i-pod i have not even bothered to use, the CD player he got me from his trip to Japan....all gathering dust. i was kinda sad thinking about how i never seem to treasure things except, maybe, my books. i ought to be hanged.

i am in a really unhealthy state of mind..irritable,bitchy..But then, what is new about that.

Yesterday i was chatting with one of my juniors at work. This is a kid who finds my sense of humour and sarcasm admirable! She once made me blush like a beetroot when she gushed about how much she likes me at the company picnic (Of course, i was flattered and embarassed, in that order). We were talking about dreams and the meaning of our existence. Dreams and beliefs. About how much it hurts when you have to go against your belief just to make people you love happy. My beliefs, thoughts and dreams are so different from everybody else around that i feel like an alien sometimes. i have always lived with that feeling of never being understood by anyone, maybe except a few of my friends. And i have come to accept that as the price for being different. So once in a while, it is refreshing to talk with people with similar beliefs.

Blue or red??

Teething problems. My new baby's. Of course, i am talking about my apartment.
i am about to throw up my hands in despair and abandon it. i have decided to get the apartment painted before we move in.i have been nagging my sister to choose the colours for her room and she keeps whining how difficult it is to make a choice what with all the different shades in the pallette. i still have to think up of some fascinating colour combo. i am scared the apartment might end up looking like one of those modern art pictures! i am going to paint the doors myself. And of course, the guy who is right doing the job is charging too much. i am an idiot, of course,
for having said yes without doing any research. Now i guess i have to change the painters. What a mess i say.

All i can think about now is how i am going to decorate the new place. Maybe get a wrought iron dining set and satiny curtains!! And maybe survive on water and bread after that!! i am fascinated with the idea of having a bonsai in the living room. Where do i get one? i am thinking of trying to cultivate this art. Something new to do. Ok, let that be on my things-to-learn list.

If we could.....

If we could live our lives again
Would we the same?

Would you say the same things to charm me?

Would i still believe you
When you say i am beautiful like the sunset?

Would you still think i am witch to charm you so?

Would you still go away
knowing you will never come back to me?

Home alone

Since my darling sister is still basking in the sun back home, i am here singing "All by myself". And surviving on momos and pineapple juice (what a combo, i swear) and silly movies on the telly.

On the work front, i am yet to get back into the slogging groove. And i have a cold that is driving me crazy ( right now, i am sniffling away to glory).

The processing of the home loan, much to my surprise, is going ahead smoothly. Since i have opted to get a loan from a government bank, i was sure i would get caught in red tape. i have been warned by all and sundry how much running around i would have to do just to get the loan sanctioned. And lo and behold, just to prove everyone wrong, the bank tells me the major processing is done. Wonders will never cease.

i am surfing the net for modular kitchen designs. If there is one thing i envy about the apartments in the States, it has to be the kitchen. And maybe the bathroom. No wonder i could work up the energy to try out so many new recipes when i am there. All my colleagues complain how i never cook for them when i am here. i remember trying my hands at making all the sweets i could think up of - son papdi, barfi, mysore pak, pathisapta - and feeding my colleagues over there.

i cannot wait to decorate the flat. i got two "laiphadibi" (doll) from home. They stand about 2 foot tall! i thought they would look nice as decoration pieces. And i got those artificial flowers from Moreh. i have informed my landlord that i would be leaving by next month. Yes!!!

i know i am going to be bankrupt pretty soon. But who cares. After all, why do i earn if i cannot spend it on things i want to, right?

yum sweet yum

i am back after nearly a fortnight home. Every time i go there, there is this voice inside that keeps whispering how nice it would be if i didn’t have to count the days i have to fly back. It is like an ache that refuses to go away, this pining for the place where i don’t have to stay in a chicken-coop, where i can hug my mother and not just do with her voice over the phone, where life crawls by and you can caress the moments as they glide by…i know i can complain about the status of the road, a flyover that does not seem to want to take off, a market place which looks like a dumping ground, bandhs and strikes, about the load shedding…about corruption, about the so-called “patriotic” naharols….But inspite of all the warts, i love the place, i love the way it refreshes my mind, my spirits.

i decided to give everyone a surprise so i went without informing anyone. i landed there, asked around if there was a prepaid taxi service (stupid of me, I know). Of course, there was none. i finally found a guy and he promptly led me to this auto and managed to stuff my jumbo suitcase inside, much to my amazement. Anyways, there i was feeling like a princess in an auto! Of course, i got chided by everyone. My initial plan was just to spend a week there as i still have the loan cloud hovering above my head. The day before i was supposed to leave, after a bout of emotional attack, i decided to extend the stay for another week. i had to call up the bank, the promoter, my PL to make sure nobody was miffed. My PL was like how could you think of it, everyone here is missing you…i managed to get my way, as always.

Our leikai does not get water supply (ha ha ha) so we have to pump the water from the Imphal river. We have this pump that weighs like an elephant. i nearly sprained my back carrying it (not alone, just in case someone takes me for Kunjarani). As always, i had a fabulous time playing gags on all and sundry, teaching bad things to my cousins and my sweetie pie of a niece (one of my fave pastime when I am home), gorging on all those delicious homemade food….i am feeling so nostalgic right now. i could cry buckets of tears..sigh…

I miss the sound of the “konung”’s gong heralding the start of the day, the chirping of birds, the chattering of my two small precocious cousins, the fights with my sisters, being the judge of the silly games my cousins insist on playing (like throwing their collection of pokemon cards on the ground and seeing who can pick up the most – the punishment for the loser being dancing with his pants down – hey, they are just small kids so there is nothing indecent about this)…….let me stop before I drown in the sea of nostalgia..