Moving out...
I have an internship for summer. Pretty excited about it. The drawback being I’m forced to relocate. I hate to relocate. Coz it involves me having to leave the life I’m accustomed to. You’ve adapted to a certain way of living and then to just get up and leave makes me real mad. Plus the packing…
The maximum amount of packing that I’ve ever done…well, ok so my mom and a few friends did it for me…anyway what matters is that it was ‘MY’ packing…was for my moving to America for my MS which btw was the most tedious one I’ve ever undertaken…or more appropriately ‘observed’. This was followed by my move to Gainesville from Salt Lake City…that again required me to cram all my stuff into the regular extra-large suitcases. And now this. I hate it.
I have friends who travel extremely light. I wish I could pull off something like that. Travel with the bare minimum stuff…ahem…travel ‘with the bare minimum’ not to be confused with ‘in the bare minimum’. For example, for the recent Miami weekend trip, Deepti managed to fit everything into a regular college type backpack…and yours truly traveled as if he were making a round trip to the North Pole in a U-Haul or something. I got to give it to all you people who have the knack to travel light. I wish I could do it too.
My friends travel light… My Cousins travel light…My dad n mom travel light too…HELL even Astro (my Coker spaniel friend) travels light…Which brings me to the obvious conclusion…these people wear teeny weeny clothes.
So yeah…the POA for tomorrow involves doing absurdly huge amounts of laundry. I look forward to it…as Nerli would put it…I look forward to it just like I look forward to watching my cell phone getting charged. Doing laundry is the crappiest activity one could ever embark upon.
We have a common Laundromat in the society. My brawl with the system begins with trying to recall the Laundromat entry code. This usually is solved by a quick call to my room mate’s cell. Then trying to find an available washer takes up the rest of my insignificant cause in life. Everyone in this world is here for a reason….my calling is to find vacant washers in working condition. So as usual I can’t find a free washer which incidentally isn’t free coz everyone in the world figured ‘now’ would be the best time to do their laundry.
Assuming I complete this stage and I find a vacant washer…ahem…Houston we still have a problem…someone forgot to collect all their belongings and left their underwear behind as a token of their appreciation. How many times do I have to tell everyone that the Laundromat isn’t the classiest venue to host the World Cinderella Championships? PEOPLE PLEASE TAKE ALL YOUR STUFF WITH YOU!!!!!
Next stage …introducing the detergent…which as usual got left behind in the house…Sweet. A quick trip to my apartment solves that problem….only to realize that this time I forgot the quarters on the kitchen counter. WHY??? WHY??? Another quick trip to the apartment takes care of it.
I’m done with the washer…next stage the dryer…which basically is a deja vu experience with a wild flaming tiger theme ...only this time Cindrella is a guy. GROSS!!!!
Luckily everything hereon proceeds smoothly if you don’t consider the small disruption caused by the fact that I inserted the quarters in the wrong slot. (The washers are placed one above the other in rows of two. The slots to insert the quarter are adjacent to each other and with my flair for getting it right in the first shot; I’m forced to shift the entire payload to the lower dryer which as luck would have it, has been paid for.) I guess what they say about men and instructions holds deadly true for me… “When nothing else works, read instructions.”
Oh btw…it’s been more than a year since I’ve been blogging…how cool is that? … ahem… not too cool actually, coz I average one post a month….which can’t exactly be classified as active blogging. But I guess that’ll do for me for now :)
The maximum amount of packing that I’ve ever done…well, ok so my mom and a few friends did it for me…anyway what matters is that it was ‘MY’ packing…was for my moving to America for my MS which btw was the most tedious one I’ve ever undertaken…or more appropriately ‘observed’. This was followed by my move to Gainesville from Salt Lake City…that again required me to cram all my stuff into the regular extra-large suitcases. And now this. I hate it.
I have friends who travel extremely light. I wish I could pull off something like that. Travel with the bare minimum stuff…ahem…travel ‘with the bare minimum’ not to be confused with ‘in the bare minimum’. For example, for the recent Miami weekend trip, Deepti managed to fit everything into a regular college type backpack…and yours truly traveled as if he were making a round trip to the North Pole in a U-Haul or something. I got to give it to all you people who have the knack to travel light. I wish I could do it too.
My friends travel light… My Cousins travel light…My dad n mom travel light too…HELL even Astro (my Coker spaniel friend) travels light…Which brings me to the obvious conclusion…these people wear teeny weeny clothes.
So yeah…the POA for tomorrow involves doing absurdly huge amounts of laundry. I look forward to it…as Nerli would put it…I look forward to it just like I look forward to watching my cell phone getting charged. Doing laundry is the crappiest activity one could ever embark upon.
We have a common Laundromat in the society. My brawl with the system begins with trying to recall the Laundromat entry code. This usually is solved by a quick call to my room mate’s cell. Then trying to find an available washer takes up the rest of my insignificant cause in life. Everyone in this world is here for a reason….my calling is to find vacant washers in working condition. So as usual I can’t find a free washer which incidentally isn’t free coz everyone in the world figured ‘now’ would be the best time to do their laundry.
Assuming I complete this stage and I find a vacant washer…ahem…Houston we still have a problem…someone forgot to collect all their belongings and left their underwear behind as a token of their appreciation. How many times do I have to tell everyone that the Laundromat isn’t the classiest venue to host the World Cinderella Championships? PEOPLE PLEASE TAKE ALL YOUR STUFF WITH YOU!!!!!
Next stage …introducing the detergent…which as usual got left behind in the house…Sweet. A quick trip to my apartment solves that problem….only to realize that this time I forgot the quarters on the kitchen counter. WHY??? WHY??? Another quick trip to the apartment takes care of it.
I’m done with the washer…next stage the dryer…which basically is a deja vu experience with a wild flaming tiger theme ...only this time Cindrella is a guy. GROSS!!!!
Luckily everything hereon proceeds smoothly if you don’t consider the small disruption caused by the fact that I inserted the quarters in the wrong slot. (The washers are placed one above the other in rows of two. The slots to insert the quarter are adjacent to each other and with my flair for getting it right in the first shot; I’m forced to shift the entire payload to the lower dryer which as luck would have it, has been paid for.) I guess what they say about men and instructions holds deadly true for me… “When nothing else works, read instructions.”
Oh btw…it’s been more than a year since I’ve been blogging…how cool is that? … ahem… not too cool actually, coz I average one post a month….which can’t exactly be classified as active blogging. But I guess that’ll do for me for now :)
posted by Pratap at 11:43 PM
5 Comments:
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Doing laundry is not all that crappy, specially if you have the washers in your home. Sorting, folding and arranging laundry is more daunting a task I'd say.
True. I'd say if u have the washers in ur home itself u should consider urself extremely lucky...but...but if u have to haul ur stuff all the way across to the laundromat on the opposite end of the premises...hehe...that's when u wish u had ur younger siblings to bully :)
And you don't have to beg for quarters?????? I used to do that! Now, I don't! Why? I hardly wash my clothes? NO!! Wish that were plausible! :( .. cousin stays nearby :) hehe
and hey...u never got a conked out washer/dryer??? I did!! It used to piss me off! You get those 10 minutes out of your busy schedule, beg for quarters, run to the laundromat cuz if u lose another 20 seconds some dude is gona throw ur stuff (even steal it!!NO KIDDING!..MIAMI RULES!)..AND THEN WHAT? You realize that the friggin dryer didn't dry your friggin clothes!! And next morning you wear your geeli chaddi! HOWS THAT? :)
hehehehe
pratap..me goin to houston..austin..college station..and san antonio tomorrow for the weekend.
vk
by the way...you owe me that script debugging!!!
:P
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