It was the first day of the new project. "The client guest house is ready," we had been assured the previous day,"you can straight away settle there." I thought I heard muffled laughter in the background, but dismissed it as noise inherent in any given BSNL connection - mine being particularly prone to bouts of noise generation in the middle of any call.
Me and my project partner, who for the sake of anonymity - and my artistic liberty - I shall call Poli, walked into the 'ready' guest house in the evening. We found it in a state of chaos that would put a African country waging civil war for the last decade to shame. There was furniture enough for three rooms - all filled in one room. Each room's quota of bedsheets, blankets and pillow covers were dumped in another room. And all the curtains were piled up in the third. Apparently the rooms had decided to establish a monopoly over their favorite resources and were waiting for one of the others to blink first. After checking with Poli that we were in the right place, and not in the middle of some bad dream, I decided to do what any self-respecting man would do when confronted by such a situation. I, a hard-working consultant, was not going to be treated like this. I would demand my rights - of liberty, equality and clean furnished rooms. I decided to take the matter into my own hands - the first of which was a bedsheet. I moved it to another room which, in exchange, agreed to part with one of the chairs it had stockpiled. Slowly the guest house began to resemble a place where people could live - for about ten minutes at a time. Very soon a new problem presented itself - No gas connection. We headed to another guest house to eat.
After a sumptous dinner, we returned to find that the guest house looked more accomodating and organized. More likely, it may have been the soft lighting and heavy stomach that did the trick. As I walked into my 'fully furnished' room, the caretaker told me that everything was ready including a blanket. My room had a creaky bed, a non-existent bed sheet and a pillow. The blanket smelt like it had been used by a huge rodent colony as temporary accomodation. Luckily, I was in the room that had claimed ownership of all the curtains. I learnt that night that curtains make great blankets
5 comments:
You cleaned up @ the guest house??? Sue the guest house manager, i say! :-)
Am sure its your hard work that paid off.. or exhaustion after dinner and cleaning, any place would look like heaven!!
You still staying in that guest house?
Look like heaven? It still looks like hell.
Oh yes, am very much there :)
Ooops.. I will make sure I dont become a consultant :P
Curtains is to blanket as pillow is to _______ ?
Smart decision indeed.
Hmm .. how about towels?
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