Hop outta office:), go home listing down mentally the never ending list of "To Do..things" some that are of immediate concern , Some that can get spilled over to next day and some that r spilt over from yesterday.With bon jovi singing (sing??!!! is wat bon jovi does called singing?? then wat do u call wat sudha raghunathan does? some how there seems to be a distinction between the two forms in my mind.bon jovi rocks man! yo! the others sing..i tell myself as if to signify sing was a thing that was peaceful and pleasant restricted to the kinds of Jagjit singh, udit narayan etc etc folks whereas to rock is to energise, listen with head bangs to iron maiden or Linkin park and let ur mom feel u have taken to violence beyond her imagination) loud into my ears i walked up to my room.She says.. u freshened up?
me:hell no!! am looking so awful ??..that i need wash (now that feels like an old car ..left uncared for coz the owner is too busy taking it for a ride all the time.)
I know that the first thing u want after a long tiring sunny day is a splash of cold water on ur face....that is available in the common wash basin below.I walk down without talkin much wanting no more comments to make myself feel that I am the definition of dirty.The food is ready.. dining table laid out clean and neat with the new coasters that the land lady has brought.The curtains washed clean .. I feel good about it ...walk to the wash room.Switch on the dim light near the wash basin.. without looking at myself in the mirror n before the light is turned on fully turn the tap on .. splash water ..feels heaven.ahh!I jus look up n am a lil confused.. hell wats happened to my faceeee(panic).. it seemed perfectely fine in the morning when i left for office..Now its White n blueeee.. as i opened my eyes.. I saw clearly n thanked my stars!!;) it was a note stuck on the mirror not my face that I saw initially...The mirror is a huge one.can accomodate 3 plez images at the same time..While i saw myself n assured that it was jus the strain of the sleepness over the week that had manifested as black patches below my eyes rest of my face was parts in place.. i took the note to my hand.Umm irritated.. frustrated...angry....calmed...determined...happy. The series of emotions that ran thru me.. in that order.
Irritated...coz it seemed the only emotion possible from a humane perspective when any1 read a note"PLEASE SPIT INSIDE THE WASH BASIN" in big bold letters .. on a full size A4 sheet.With a blue gel pen..giving away clearly that it has been traced and run over twice.. as if the words would carry more stress if u trace them over again
Frustrated ..coz the note is addresssed to "DEEPA ,X , Y ,Z.." ur name is the first.
Angry..Well u dont have to think i am a narcissitic ,self obsessed, arrogant, immature, idiot..(phew! have i run outta adjectives;)!) for having this emotion..for any of us who has had a fairly comfortable upbringing wash basin is not new:) Have i ever know the raison de etre y the wash basins were made.. have i ever used it bfore..did i ever grow up washing my face in the wash basin first thing when i get up , last thing bfore i sleep and innumerable times in between ..more so when u r in the 'hot sun at his best' city
Calmed..coz i realised that its only the landladywho has put this horrible thing up there and I know the landlady is all nuts;) .I guess she has lost most of them over the years.Crazy ple can drive u mad at times. Godd!!! pleaseeeee lemme not get affected by ny..I said to myself as I called out"hey the rajma smells yumm...n ur fave ..pal... by KK is playin on TV.. would u cum down.."
Determined.. that I would answer back.I quickly ran over the options in my head
1)"spit around everywhere in the house possible....;) as a symbol of revolt"- nayy dismissed this option as being childish and more over am concerned about the cleanliness and hygiene of the place i live around
2)Ring up that woman and jus start off shouting as soon as she picks up... "Hey u old hag jus listen up okei? I am not here to take in any of this shit u have written up ..U better come here and apoliogise for this atrotious note of urs and then hang up bfore even she decides on how to react;)"- next she would call up home n say i cant manage ur illmannered hooligan daughter..then parents callin up....hey darlin righteous would u jus stop bein the harbinger of ur folks wherever u get put up.Plz dont land us in such trouble time and again coz of ur social services. ehh doesnt sound gr8;)God y dint u make me a little bolderrr??!!!
3) Is wat i did:) I took a white paper. . blue gel pen..(Ah did i personify revenge at that moment;)) "Hi Maa'm, Well a note of thanks first. Its been very nice of u to educate me on the etiquette of using the wash basin.I guess a part of the note got torn in between or went missing .. coz am at a loss to see the instruction for the rest of the crowd to strictly abstain from spitting inside the basin.Ur note very clearly conveys that only we, the adressees of the note are supposed to spit inside the basin , and other crowd(which mostly uses it) is supposed not to do so... indicating that they should strictly spit outside the basin..failing which u shall b very annoyed for not maintaing the rules and regulations of the house.Have a nice day , Thanx a milloin and yeah please do put up the other note. C u on sunday (smiley with the most sarcastic smile possible under the sun) Deepa" Ah! a feeling of having won over! serves her right i think to myself and called all frds of mine in the house and announced "Hey ple I am goin to put this note on the mirror back.."
There is one girl very adamant that i should not put this up and it would put all of us in soup.. after all we were staying in the landladyz house and dint wanna invite ny troubles from her.. a whole lotta other reactions including a few grins and laughs.. finally the note goes up:(. I drifted into my other "To Do .. things.." recollecting from my mental note.It was only late in the night when we were laughing at a joke that i saw the note and then the mirror ..if only that note was on the mirror rather than the dustbin below the mirror in my room on the first floor...
Sunday morning i see the landlady and deep inside have a feeling of superiority as if i had humbled her..pardoned her for her acts after she had begged me for ages to forgive(lol!:)))).Feeling grown up and so much matured not to take small things beyond...
Happy ...coz i was Beaming with pride over a feeling of maturity coz of my grown up way of reacting to the whole thing :)
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