Well its Sunday and
I hate that alarm ringing at six in the morning. There is not much to look
forward to. Not keeping well for about a week, the house has been surrendered
to dust in the corners, ants on the kitchen slab, a mountain of unread newspapers
pleading for attention and dirty clothes hungry for the taste of surf. As I rub
my eyes and gather the little remaining feverish energy to get the house in
order, music is what I invite to keep me company; and it doesn’t disappoint. “Gosh!
Jhadu-Pocha-Bartan-Kapde”, my mind counts the long pending list of work to
be done as “Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar” by Nickelback plays in the
background.
Maids are not easy
to find in Chandigarh. And why only maids, it took me three long weeks of
non-stop parading across the colonies to find this house. Its beautiful but I
swear that rent in this city is going to kill you, especially when HRD deptt takes months to
approve your rent lease. Now I know why my colleagues say that HRD never meant Human
Resource Development, but Harassment till Retirement or Death, whichever is
earlier.
While my eyes recce
the living room, kitchen and balcony for the estimate of effort required in
cleaning them, my head seems to spin in fever even though I believe I am standing
still. Gone are the days! Stayed home, had all the luxuries, and still cried
for Freedom!
But it didn’t take
very long. Just 2 hours and speckless it is. Well, I can smile now. Clean it is
and I can comfortably take leave from the relentless routine to find my
medicine uphill in the fresh air of some remote mountain of this world. The
thrill is such an antidote to illness. And friends are a spring of crazy newness.
Chaos is the new order. While I am packing my bags, the heights of the mountains
are inviting me and my happiness is hugging them.
Alone I am, But, Freedom
it is!
J
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