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Chak-Lets Pack Story
Chak-Lets Pack Story
Surely you have moved homes, I mean moved from one to another. (Thinking about my
experience so far, physically moving a home from one place to another perhaps would be
much easier). I have done it a few times and it is not getting any better. Here is an
epilogue of one of the ‘n’ move homes.
My back was aching and I thought I am going to die (what’s with back ache and killing !).
I had the most hectic 10 days of my life. We moved home (mountains!). This was en route
to our eventual new home, which was in the process of being constructed. We moved to a
half way house for economical reasons (I am repeating my wife, like always). My mother
used to lament that my sisters were brought up “like cherished parrots” and got married
to “Hawks”. With so much of repeating what my wife says, she would have thought I have
serious tendency to become a good sized parrot.
It is interesting that we packed about 50 to 60 cartons and thought half of it (or more) are
not required. Years back I left India with one suitcase, one wife and lots of hair on my
head. I still have one wife, lots and lots of suitcases and very little hair. Result of success
is but a number of suitcases and a loss of hair, it seems! By the way, half of the hair loss
was due to my own tearing them often due to the positions I was put in by my beloved
better half. I now know why many men go bald so soon and women seldom do.
When we packed I thought it would be interesting to look at the inventory and record the
decisions. The brackets are comments from various members of the family Mrs.,
daughters 1 & 2 and Mr (poor me !)
1. Recipe cuttings from Femina (as far as 1920! when did Femina really start) in a
bulging file about to fall apart (all one gets to eat these days comes from cans and not
from recipe books. Nevertheless,(“I need it full stop” - Mrs.).
2. Soiled receipts from engineering hostel mess/office. (How can I throw the memories of
good old hostel days. I can’t see the connection between receipts and memory but
stays – Mr.).
3. 1.5 Delft Blue figurines from Holland (Thanks to my children the 0.5 bits are missing.
memories of our trip - stays Mr. & Mrs.).
4. Various prescriptions for spectacles ( easily I could start an internet based Optometrist
shop, with a wide variety of spectacles on offer. Nobody knows which one of them is
correct, (so keep all of them anyway – Mr. & Mrs.) First thing to do when you land in
India is go to Blue Bros. in Luz, Chennai and order a pair of glasses. Last time I heard
him telling his assistant “Hey! don’t through the old models, NRIs will come in
December and buy them”. “Frozen in time’ migrant syndrome I guess.
5. Assorted X rays (they should make them in color. Perhaps then we can hang them
somewhere in the house. ).
6. Shopping bags from various shops (my mum loves them stays-Mrs.) I am sure,
somewhere in one my previous janmaas, great Rishi Polymer cursed me for disturbing
his prayers saying ‘ You shall be rained out by plastic bags”.
7. Assorted Navarathri and Haldi Kumkum day gifts. I have a strong suspicion that the
same lot gets recycled within any given social group. We have so many incense
burners we can burn whole continents off. I fail to understand why anybody bothers.
(That is because the low IQ of your clan, stays - Mrs.).
8. Rolls of print from various galleries collected during trips This one joins the list of
things excavated from inside the various cupboards. Funny how changing home brings
the archeologist in you. (Too much money spent stays – Mr. & Mrs. ).
Faithfully I am renewing the various storage fee for various self storages all around the
city. They are even mentioned in my will (I won’t be there to see my daughters’ reaction
when they inherit “what to do with these….”). When I retire I am planning to collect them
from various stores and store them in one place (I can visualize Salavation Army hastily
changing their policy to state “cartons from self storage” not accepted).
Life goes on we collect more of the same ‘Junk”. There is bit of Noah in all of us and the
self storage Arcs are always there to store the collections. The material deluge continues.