Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thanks to the lazy weekend I didn't get any of the regular household stuff done (e.g. ironing clothes). At the dawn of Monday, I was hunched over the Ironing board wrestling with a business shirt which I had to excavate from the bottom of a big pile of washed, yet-to-be ironed clothes. The shirt I was ironing had a tag which read "wrinkle free". The shirt looked as if it had been rolled in a ball and been sat on by a Hippopotamus. I flattened the sleeves, straighted the collars, bssked bssked some water to subdue the material...and the brain did its thing as usual by going back to my school days when Kalai akka, our housemaid when I was in Madras (her name was Kalaiarasi), used to iron my school uniforms. I never had to worry about the clothes side of things. She took care of it. Akka, you are a legend!
So, the shirt was ironed. Pant was ironed. Someone was winning! I still had time to do couple more shirts so I don't have to endure this torment for the next two days. Just then, my flatmate popped in, his nickname is Tubs, and said in a stressed tone "O thank God. You are ironing. I am in a rush eh. Could you Iron this for me man, please?". "Of course. Give me.", I said, feeling happy that I could help someone in their Monday morning rush. Tubs gave me a black Adidas shorts to iron. Shorts are easy peesy compared to the beast of a shirt I ironed just now.
I laid the shorts on the ironing board. As I began to iron, I realised the Iron wasn't moving smoothly. "enna aachu?" (what's happening?), I thought, pressing the Iron a little harder. The Iron was stuck to the cloth. The blimming thing wouldn't move. I could sense a burning smell as well. I lifted the Iron, it had a black patch on the hot plate. Wisps of black smoke spiralled from its base. Sure enough, it had left a triangular shaped hole on the shorts. In a very short period of time, my brain went from horror, denial to plain blankness. So much for a Monday morning!
I walked towards Tubs's room holding up the shorts. I could look through it. It looked funny and I was almost about to laugh. I bumped into Nellie, my other flatmate. Nellie saw the shorts, laughed, and said "it's synthetic, Sriiii! you never iron them!".
"Oh. Is that right?"
I reached Tubs's room. Standing on the doorway holding the shorts aloft, I said "Man. I am really sorry. I burnt the arse out of your shorts". Tubs looked at the shorts in disbelief. He gave me a pained look. Oh the trauma of the burnt shorts.
As a guilt-stricken flatmate, I shouted him a few beers this weekend. It's the best therapy for this type of trauma.
Moral of the story:
1. Never, never iron synthetics.
2. Iron your own clothes. If you do burn/ruin them, atleast you'll have satisfaction that you killed it and not the other person.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tagged by Archana
I am home and dressed for comfort. I'll leave it at that.
3. What’s the last thing you bought?
Lunch - Vegetable Frittata.
4. What are you listening to right now?
Crazy - Gnarls Barkley
5. Which language do you want to learn?
I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals - W Churchill
7. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?
Socks with sandals. Shoes without socks.
8. What are you going to do after this?
9. What inspires you?
10. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?
Take a long drive/walk. Disconnect from everything. Silence. Regain perspective.
11. What is the meaning of your name?
12. What do you love most about yourself?
I can laugh at myself and take myself seriously at the same time.
13.Why did you do this tag?
Dig down your archives and list posts on five keywords:
Tchichiks of brizzy, beautiful Kondalilla...more posts like this after I buy my thing.
These people are special. I love them.
He is the pride of Kodambakkam. Words dance for him. We dance for his words.
Some posts on life in general. Other than that, I am just rambling away.
I'd like to tag:
Witsy (where are you mate?!)
Dot (yea, where are you?)
Thanks for the tag, Archana :)
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Thanks to those who mailed/txted "kannaa, no blog updates. what happened?", or commanded "dai...blog ezhudhu da!", or threatened "Update, or else!" in the last 2-3 weeks. It is, you know, nice to be missed :D With most of my commitments over for this year, I hope to post regularly from now on.
As of yesterday, its been one year since I started blogging. Time flies! I’ve enjoyed the journey. I like writing. It’s fun. Writing helps me in interpreting things better and enhances perspective. Having a blog has given me more reasons to write, to write more and to write better. Apart from the desire to write, the fact that people will read and comment on it adds a thrill to the whole process. It makes me come back again, and again...
Over the last one year, I’ve come across some excellent blogs and met people whom I don't think I would've connected with if not for blogging. Most of my blog friends are in India. I hope to meet you guys when I visit India early next year.
So, I thank you, dear reader, for visiting this blog and special thanks to those who always leave a comment :D Pretty much everything in this world runs on feedback. It’s a great feeling when someone has read my post and bothered to leave a comment.