Saturday, February 12, 2005
Dust Therapy.
The house is a mess. Absolute mess. There is a thick layer of dust that has settled on everything everywhere. Actually, everything has assumed a new color. There is an antique feel to everything. Even the bananas on the stand present a mummified picture.
I mention the banana because to my knowledge it is the fastest rotting fruit. You bring it, you hang it, and if you don't eat it in the next 48 hours, you throw it. I am sure blogistan's own banana specialist Moiz will concur on this observation of mine. Why else would he be eating the fruit by the dozens at a time? It is simple, you don't eat it, it rots into this gooey paste that most people shy away from. What says you Moiz?
I digress. So, the bananas look mummified, because the dust that has been finding its way in every nook and corner of the house has shown immense discipline and skill when settling down. Not a speck less anywhere. Just a while ago, I was using the vacuum blower to blow away the dust from the keyboard, so this typingly challenged blogger could identify the letters he wanted to type.
I have been tempted to rummage through the children's toys to find that handy-cam we had once used to capture TNQ's first salat (aged a year and a half), and to not capture ANQ's first steps. The darned thing had gone comatose just about the time ANQ was taking her first steps. I had to do everything in my power to restrain my alter-egos from smashing that JVC handycam, and all other things JVC, to pieces. Its life was spared, but it was grounded for that spared life. And you guessed it, that was the last time I poured money into a JVC. Did I just veer off track again?
Apologies. You enter the house, and look around, and it does not take much imagination to equate the house with one of those King Solomon's Mines kind of settings, where the treasure hunting party has chanced upon this furnished cottage with all sorts of necessities spread around under a neat cover of dust. It was KSM wasn't it, where they find this cottage? They always find such cottages in treasure hunting novels. Now, I am not implying that there are maps to hidden treasures tucked away in that dusty chest of drawers in our house. There is a map wasting away behind the fridge, but it is a remnant from my first stint in the shipping industry - its a world map. Granted there will be many a point on this map with priceless treasures buried/hidden there, but this particular map offers no clue as to what points those might be on the map. So, you treasure hunting pirates, honorary or not, do not torture me to death asking for the route to those treasures which are not even marked on the world map, which is not a route map. Come to think of it, it is a route map, but it is a route map of the shipping company I used to work for, and that shipping company was never in the quest for hidden treasures. On second thought, the company was always on the look out for hidden treasures in human resources, which is why they had decided to choose yours truly - but then again, it should not be Captain Hook's premise to cut me open...
What's wrong with me today? I am sorry, I was telling you, I had this urge to go look for that handycam. Because, you see, with all that dust nicely and evenly spread over, under, and alongside the articles of the knicq household, one could always shoot that footage and tell wide-eyed grandchildren what a spooky place their grandfather's house used to be.... I suppressed that urge.
TNQ and ANQ had some good fun playing on what used to be our carpet about a week ago, but what had now transformed into the most complex dust retention machine known to mankind. They walked about the place, and giggled to themselves and each other when they saw the footprints their tiny feet made in the 'floor'.
Wifey has been sneezing non-stop, and is concerned she has got dust allergy now. She wants me to take her to the doctor immediately, but I have been delaying it. I kind of like her when she is sneezing...that's what knowing each other for a decade does to you, you are reduced to liking each other when the other is sneezing, coughing, falling on slippery turf, or cutting onions. Oh, and let me clarify. I like her when she is sneezing; she likes me when I am coughing because she thinks I look most pitiable then. She also likes me when I am falling on slippery turf, because she says it takes forever between me slipping and me falling. She likes me when she is cutting onions, because I am crying my eyes out sitting a100 feet away from the main gate of our house. Oh, and she also likes me when I am trying to manage my three push-ups a day exercise regime. She says, she is inspired by my grit and determination to try everyday despite the embarrassing failures I encounter everyday. And to think, I was eager to get married....!
Towzand apologies. I promise I won't digress this time. Let me just sum it up and put it down before I break this promise. We had a bit of repair work done on our kitchen and bathroom, which are in the middle of the house, and all that breaking and making over the last five days or so has generated enough dust to last us for the year, and some more. Thankfully, the work is done today, and the finishing touches will be given tomorrow.
Then, I can return to my daily blogging - provided wifey drops that 'we-have-to-change-these-carpets' monologue.
Phew!
Can't say, I ain't a man of my words, eh? ¶ 2/12/2005 10:28:00 PM
I mention the banana because to my knowledge it is the fastest rotting fruit. You bring it, you hang it, and if you don't eat it in the next 48 hours, you throw it. I am sure blogistan's own banana specialist Moiz will concur on this observation of mine. Why else would he be eating the fruit by the dozens at a time? It is simple, you don't eat it, it rots into this gooey paste that most people shy away from. What says you Moiz?
I digress. So, the bananas look mummified, because the dust that has been finding its way in every nook and corner of the house has shown immense discipline and skill when settling down. Not a speck less anywhere. Just a while ago, I was using the vacuum blower to blow away the dust from the keyboard, so this typingly challenged blogger could identify the letters he wanted to type.
I have been tempted to rummage through the children's toys to find that handy-cam we had once used to capture TNQ's first salat (aged a year and a half), and to not capture ANQ's first steps. The darned thing had gone comatose just about the time ANQ was taking her first steps. I had to do everything in my power to restrain my alter-egos from smashing that JVC handycam, and all other things JVC, to pieces. Its life was spared, but it was grounded for that spared life. And you guessed it, that was the last time I poured money into a JVC. Did I just veer off track again?
Apologies. You enter the house, and look around, and it does not take much imagination to equate the house with one of those King Solomon's Mines kind of settings, where the treasure hunting party has chanced upon this furnished cottage with all sorts of necessities spread around under a neat cover of dust. It was KSM wasn't it, where they find this cottage? They always find such cottages in treasure hunting novels. Now, I am not implying that there are maps to hidden treasures tucked away in that dusty chest of drawers in our house. There is a map wasting away behind the fridge, but it is a remnant from my first stint in the shipping industry - its a world map. Granted there will be many a point on this map with priceless treasures buried/hidden there, but this particular map offers no clue as to what points those might be on the map. So, you treasure hunting pirates, honorary or not, do not torture me to death asking for the route to those treasures which are not even marked on the world map, which is not a route map. Come to think of it, it is a route map, but it is a route map of the shipping company I used to work for, and that shipping company was never in the quest for hidden treasures. On second thought, the company was always on the look out for hidden treasures in human resources, which is why they had decided to choose yours truly - but then again, it should not be Captain Hook's premise to cut me open...
What's wrong with me today? I am sorry, I was telling you, I had this urge to go look for that handycam. Because, you see, with all that dust nicely and evenly spread over, under, and alongside the articles of the knicq household, one could always shoot that footage and tell wide-eyed grandchildren what a spooky place their grandfather's house used to be.... I suppressed that urge.
TNQ and ANQ had some good fun playing on what used to be our carpet about a week ago, but what had now transformed into the most complex dust retention machine known to mankind. They walked about the place, and giggled to themselves and each other when they saw the footprints their tiny feet made in the 'floor'.
Wifey has been sneezing non-stop, and is concerned she has got dust allergy now. She wants me to take her to the doctor immediately, but I have been delaying it. I kind of like her when she is sneezing...that's what knowing each other for a decade does to you, you are reduced to liking each other when the other is sneezing, coughing, falling on slippery turf, or cutting onions. Oh, and let me clarify. I like her when she is sneezing; she likes me when I am coughing because she thinks I look most pitiable then. She also likes me when I am falling on slippery turf, because she says it takes forever between me slipping and me falling. She likes me when she is cutting onions, because I am crying my eyes out sitting a100 feet away from the main gate of our house. Oh, and she also likes me when I am trying to manage my three push-ups a day exercise regime. She says, she is inspired by my grit and determination to try everyday despite the embarrassing failures I encounter everyday. And to think, I was eager to get married....!
Towzand apologies. I promise I won't digress this time. Let me just sum it up and put it down before I break this promise. We had a bit of repair work done on our kitchen and bathroom, which are in the middle of the house, and all that breaking and making over the last five days or so has generated enough dust to last us for the year, and some more. Thankfully, the work is done today, and the finishing touches will be given tomorrow.
Then, I can return to my daily blogging - provided wifey drops that 'we-have-to-change-these-carpets' monologue.
Phew!
Can't say, I ain't a man of my words, eh? ¶ 2/12/2005 10:28:00 PM
