The funny thing about what
you miss is that they are not something utterly complex. They are the most rudimentary
things that you have been taking for granted almost throughout. Maybe the elves
did it when you slept peacefully in the night and you never realized it.
And getting things straight
is more difficult than solving a discrete Fourier transformation.
It’s not about just having the perfect
morning coffee, but it is about keeping stock of milk, sugar to make the
perfect pot of steaming hot kaapi. It’s not about just unfolding the crisp pages
of the morning newspaper while sipping your coffee. It’s about getting it.
It's not about just cooking; it’s about finding the perfect pots and pans to cook them. To store them. It’s not just buying veggies, but about finding them in the fridge, fresh and green as per your whim and demands. Availability check on stocks and forecasting suddenly becomes difficult.
It’s about finding those perfect containers
to keep salt, sugar, spices in. Small, medium, large size containers are
suddenly very important. And guess what, they don’t materialize in the cabinet
on their own. They sure don’t reproduce, but they do tend to disappear a lot. You
tear open a packet but you don’t know where to store.
Segregating garbage and disposing it is a
big task. Finding the most practical and easily accessible place for mops and
tissues is a must.
The house mysteriously starts eating your socks. There is a hungry monster inside my washing machine which keeps eating my clothes. Any thing which comes in a pair you lose one of it. Then you buy another pair and you are left with three.
And guess what happens when you don’t keep track of things?
You have everything but you have no system in place. You skip making coffee. Tea is just not your cup of tea. You bring chopped vegetables and then forget it in fridge. Or you buy so many stuff at once thinking that you might need them, but alas..it’s just adding more to the recycled waste. Oh and you have to dispose it too!
The house mysteriously starts eating your socks. There is a hungry monster inside my washing machine which keeps eating my clothes. Any thing which comes in a pair you lose one of it. Then you buy another pair and you are left with three.
And guess what happens when you don’t keep track of things?
You have everything but you have no system in place. You skip making coffee. Tea is just not your cup of tea. You bring chopped vegetables and then forget it in fridge. Or you buy so many stuff at once thinking that you might need them, but alas..it’s just adding more to the recycled waste. Oh and you have to dispose it too!
The
fridge has lots of stuff, ice-cream, flavored curd, sauces and many more
sophisticated edible items. But whola you want to have curd rice and you cannot
find curd!
The tin containers with
the biscuits don’t exist, but the crumbles from the last packet of Oreo’s sure
does.
Perfect pots and pans are
non-existent.
Salt and sugar are used
directly from the packet, till you find some small container to keep it. And
then you keep it in the container, and cannot find the container and go back to
the packet. I don’t know why it is easy to find the packet and not the container!
The dustbin overloads, till you think it’s time to throw away the waste maybe
in a week.
You will quit reading
newspaper with the morning cup of coffee. Reducing on waste I say, who needs
paper when you have cell phones and laptops and tablets and what not. You start
to think which are the clothes that are wrinkle free so than you can just wash
plus dry and look all chic and suave.
You keep buying small
things like tapes, pins, markers; as and when you need, and then again misplace
them. Things start mysteriously disappearing. It was right there you believe,
safely kept on a side, but it is not.
What do you do??
Well, you get a rhythm, get a system, get a grip….home is home…home sweet home..
Surprise! surprise! Surprise!
ReplyDeleteFor a change it is not a poetry. Nevertheless, skillful pairing of words and coining of phrases portray the poetic sense that can be felt here and there.
The drudgery, monotony and boredomness of life and the importance of finding a rhythm in household chores with proper discipline, planning, control and budgeting are nicely and intelligently intertwined. It is a wake up call for those who are leading a haphazard life.
Live and enjoy the 'Now' as the past is a story and the future is horizon. Looking forward is the hope that lingers in everyone's heart.
Anagha, for this you need a smooth ERP system in place. But you are right. We take all these things for granted which most of the times is run smoothly like a well-oiled machine called 'Mom'. Beautifully written. You cant keep the poet's voice out.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lata, totally agree with you. We sure take home and its comforts for granted
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