First things first, I suck as a blogger.
Not as a writer, mind you. But blogger.
I violated perhaps the most
fundamental rule of blogging; that of not being regular.
‘Most’ fundamental
because apparently, little else about the blogging culture is. One needs little
more than a valid email address and a coherent chain of thoughts to start
blogging, although in the current scheme of things, even the latter stands to
question.
Anyway, I do owe my inner child an apology for not being
(more) indulgent.
So basically, about 3 months ago, what can probably be
called the most stressful period of my life, started with little warning.
The house was undergoing massive renovation and revamping,
and for better or for worse, I found myself at the steering wheel of this
rickety ship, caught in a storm with gale force winds; a ship that has been
threatening to keel over to either side and be blown to smithereens ever since.
I’m designing. Choosing. Buying. Fighting. Mediating.
Managing. Everythinging. Ugh.
Almost all changes being incorporated in this renovation are
functional and practical, and helping the house perform better, in some way or
the other.
Except for one.
At whim, I broke a wall of my room and made this large sit-out
window, shattering all general notions of privacy and security. Bam!
A lot of questions were asked.
Eyebrows raised at the free-wheeling expenditure. The idea
of this unshakeable monolithic glass piece as a window to a young woman’s
bedroom.
“How will we haul the glass up? Clean kaise karenge?”
“The neighbour’s servants will spend more time on their
balconies now, you see, just to catch a glimpse.”
“Waterproofing! Baarish
mein seelan?”
“Yeh toh peechey wali
gali ki side hai!”
“What is the need?”
I pulled together my troops and devised strategies for
everything. Everything! Pushed through with the decision with all my might (and stubbornness).
What is the need, indeed.
*Sigh*
It’s done, now. And every day, for the past month, I have
woken up to swaying eucalyptus trees; the sight of monkeys scurrying around in
the abandoned, inaccessible overgrown and ripe green DDA land, my room flooded
with morning light.
Sometimes at night, I spot owls in the trees.
When it rains, I can hear the wind in the leaves and dense
thickets; it reminds me of the mountains I so love.
It is my one, constant, never-disappointing source of happiness.
:)
Sometimes, it's so good to just tap that instinct and stick with it.
Thank God I'm an Architect.
P.s. The glass did get hauled up; it has a corner hatch for
ventilation; it gets cleaned with ease every day, and not a drop of water has
percolated into the plaster; bless those Western Disturbances.
And the neighbour’s servants?
Roller blinds, bitches.
Rawr.
