26.7.05

Some days...

just flow by. Like a dream. Days when I feel like my life couldn't get better. When I feel like hugging everybody. When I feel light headed with happiness. The past few days have come close to this kind of feeling. Only now its waning at lightening speed.

It started from yesterday evening. E is leaving for Bombay. S and I have to shift. It's house-hunting time yet again. So S and I went to meet this property dealer who was supposed to show us what sounded like a nice deal - a two-set apartment on the terrace (a barsati type). When we reached the place it seemed nice, just like our present place. Except that its shortcomings were going to strike us very badly soon. While we were waiting at the broker's (surprisingly it was quite plush. Complete with an AC, a laptop and a smart phone on display), he asked us whether we were architects with the DDA. I was startled. He said, "Actually two girls had come for this flat and they were architects. So I thought you were the same people." (A sign. Those girls obviously never came back).

A guy was sent with us to see the apartment. He suddenly said, "Madam, yaha to kitchen nahi hai (Madam there's no kitchen here)". We looked at each other. The guy spoke again: "Aur madam yeh LIG flat hai.(And madam this is an LIG flat)". Now LIG stands for Lower Income Group.

It seemed to be a day of revelations. Bad ones.

About turn. We marched back to the broker's office. Listen to what the broker said. "Oh we will get a kitchen done" and "I had told you it was an LIG flat". Liar. Fraud. Add to that indecent. He didn't even show us the way out of the colony.

This was the start of our nightmare (topped by the fact that my sandal straps were cutting into my feet). We seemed to be walking forever till we reached the highway. No auto rickshaw would take us which meant we had to cross the road. When I say it was quite an impossible task, I am not exaggerating one bit. We saw the signal go red. The next second we turned back towards the bloody signal and it was green. We kept standing for what seemed infinity while the lights kept alternating betweem red and green. As S commented it was like a bad comedy. The humidity was the icing to the evening. Finally after aeons we scampered across the road. And crossed the other.

Bless the auto who took us to our next destination - an apartment to be vacated by an acquaintance of S. Though we reached there in a few minutes, we got lost in the alleys. We landed in front of a barber's that said Nice Hairdresser's. Let me tell you, nice was the last thing on my mind when I ran away from there. What happened was S asked a man there for the address. He asked, "Kaun log hai? Bangali hai ka?" We walked away a little distance and S called up her acquaintance P.

Meanwhile the man kept calling me. I approached him and said we didn't need any help. My foolishness. The man said, "Aaiye na. Darr rahe hai kya?" (Come here. Are you feeling scared?) I just turned back and both of us hurried out of there. P was going to pick us up. He and his girlfriend arrived in their car promptly.

Their apartment was huge. My eyes grew wide as I heard the rent for it. No, this time it was something good. It was ridiculously inexpensive. Apparently the girlfriend had struck a hard bargain.

P and girlfriend dropped us till the bus stop. Well, again no auto would take us to our place. But all of them lined up looking at us
expectantly. Waiting for us to run back with our tail between our legs I suppose. They were in for a big disappointment. Finally we got the right man.

Back home I was thinking about the evening. Just one evening and we met a variety of people. The broker (an asshole), the guy who was going to show us the apartment (astute. In 2 mins pointed out the flaws), the auto wallah (a sweetheart. No nagging, nothing, took us to P's place), the man at Nice Hairdresser's (a fucker) and lastly P and his girlfriend (kind. They needn't have bothered to pick us up or drop us. They needn't have taken the trouble of showing us the apartment. Nonetheless they took the trouble. And that touched me).

So I have come to a conclusion. That there's a right place and a right time for everything.

And, dare I say, the right man.

26 comments:

Essar said...

Yes there is, always the right time, right place and EVEN the right man. It's so easy to forget all that though isn't it and just sulk?

Rat said...

Shit your post just took me back three years to when i was studying in blore. I have more memories of house hunting than of college.

Toe Knee said...

Looks like you had a really interesting day

motheater said...

I thought you FOUND the right man in the auto guy :-) :-)
Okay don't kill me now!

AB said...

Essar: Are you?;)

Rat: Are they good ones?

Toe Knee: Trust me NO.

motheater: I am a benevolent soul. You can keep him:)

Essar said...

Hey speaking of nice auto guys, this auto guy was so sweet I could practically see a halo around his head - offered me money coz I was brok and ATM wasn't working. Awww.

Jay said...

Next time go flathunting with a can of Mace. First creep to scare you - or first estate agent to lie - gets it in the eyes.

Mint Chutney said...

My best friend is looking to sublet her place in September. Beautiful place overlooking the water. The ONLY catch for you and S is it's in Chicago. The bright side is that it's only 15 minutes from me. : )

PS said...

Perhaps, 'This too shall pass' would have helped ;)

eM said...

I HATED looking for a house when I first shifted. Luckily kind flatmates took care of it for me and only called me when it was time to look at the final house! I hope you're as happy in your new flat as we were in ours :)

AB said...

Essar: Somehow I never meet such haloed auto wallahs.

Jay: In that case I might as well carry a foul smelling deo. What say?:)

mint: Sounds nice. We will definitely look in;)

PS: No it was very funny. Too mushy. Now don't go and sulk :)

eM: Lucky you. Lets keep my fingers crossed upon that one.

PS said...

what was mushy????

AB said...

PS: Oh ho I thought you were talking about my comment on your blog. Were you talking about my post?

Parna said...

and such is life. a mix of the good, bad and the ugly

AB said...

Parna: True true:-)

couchpotato said...

Interesting, lively days! Wish I could do something to spice my days up! ;)

The Wall Flower said...

Oh sweetie, how many times are you going to shift? Didnt you just move into this house six months ago. I remember you cribbing about it in office. Yeah yeah, I am the one you suspect I am. LOL. So there the cat's out. Happy? I like your blogs better these days. Has more interesting stuff in them than boring stuff on "our friends".

Anonymous said...

LIG flat and you in it? Omigosh! Did you have to scrub yourself clean after coming out?

PS said...

Of course I was talking about you and your blog. 'This too shall pass' sees you through the worst of the situations, believe me.

AB said...

couchpotato: Caught standing in the middle of the road with nowhere to go. Not a nice way to spice up one's life;)

wallflower: Well, I think I should have been a detective:) And another thing, I am sorry if I hurt you with my post. At that time I felt that day but believe me when I say this that I don't mean it forever.

Anon: Who r u? We didn't enter the LIG flat.

PS: Believe you.

AB said...

wallflower: oops I meant way instead of day

Blog World said...

A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.
Stewart Alsop- Posters.

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