Now that everything is finalized, tradition dictates that a lot of clothes must be bought. My parents, along with my uncle and aunt were here for the weekend.
I am not very particular about keeping things organized and my house does seem a bit dirty, maybe thats an illusion. Every time a lady comes to my house, she turns the house upside down and gets it 'cleaned', and claims that I keep my house in a very dirty state. At times, while cleaning , we do find a cockroach here and there, dead or alive. They too have a right to survival :) .
I understand their need to keep the house spic and span , so before their arrival, I cleaned the house ,the toilet and bathroom.
They came home and remarked that my house is better than the last time they visited. I was glad that they wouldn't start cleaning again. I went to get some provisions. When I came back, i saw all the doormats outside the house. I went in and saw the whole house being cleaned again. They some how managed to find more dirt and dust. (or perhaps they got it with them :P ).
After the cleaning session was over, we had one big bag of dirt and about a dozen dead cockroaches. I guess I'm not a good cleaner afterall.
But I must say, the house looked a lot cleaner after they cleaned the house and as per them it was 'livable' now.
They even got me to clean my bike.
The next item on the agenda was shopping for clothes. I am not fond of shopping. The last time I bought a shirt, the people who came along me had to wait for 2 hrs. I guess I'm very finicky about the color, texture and material.
But what has to be done has to be done. I asked them to buy the shirt and pant for me using the size, but they wouldn't listen. I had go along with them.
We went to a store about 3 km away first. I looked at what they had to offer. I saw a thread coming out from here and there on one of the items, so i rejected it.
Then I didn't like the color of some of them, some were too translucent.
So after about 1 hr , I got what i wanted. My father too got bored. He started tinkering around with his phone. I wasn't very sure, but I was getting bored and I decided to get what i had in my hand.
I was happy that now we could go home. But then they told me another pair is required. So we went to another store. This time I had select a shirt and a pant. I was thoroughly bored, I saw a shirt that I somewhat liked and decided to get it. Then came selecting the pant. I was asked to get some material and get it stitched. I went to the counter and one after another, he kept pulling out material from the shelf. This has a good fall, this color is good, the texture is good and so on and so forth. My father suggested a material and I immediately said yes. It saved me the trouble of selecting the material.
Now we could go back and do something more interesting. But alas, i was wrong again, it seemed that the tailor was on his way. He would be there in around 10 minutes.I kept pacing up and down, while my parents, uncle and aunt were having a chat with the owner. After half an hour he showed up. He asked me to try on a ready made pant, then again an option of pleats or no pleats. So i had to try on two pants. Why the hell do i need a tailor if he is going to copy a ready made pant. I almost reached critical mass. I would blow up anytime. I somehow calmed myself (or perhaps it was the AC duct above my head). He took some measurements and I answered his questions.
We left at 3Pm and came back at 730 PM.
I am glad that somehow my parents, uncle and aunt put up with me.
I am not very particular about keeping things organized and my house does seem a bit dirty, maybe thats an illusion. Every time a lady comes to my house, she turns the house upside down and gets it 'cleaned', and claims that I keep my house in a very dirty state. At times, while cleaning , we do find a cockroach here and there, dead or alive. They too have a right to survival :) .
I understand their need to keep the house spic and span , so before their arrival, I cleaned the house ,the toilet and bathroom.
They came home and remarked that my house is better than the last time they visited. I was glad that they wouldn't start cleaning again. I went to get some provisions. When I came back, i saw all the doormats outside the house. I went in and saw the whole house being cleaned again. They some how managed to find more dirt and dust. (or perhaps they got it with them :P ).
After the cleaning session was over, we had one big bag of dirt and about a dozen dead cockroaches. I guess I'm not a good cleaner afterall.
But I must say, the house looked a lot cleaner after they cleaned the house and as per them it was 'livable' now.
They even got me to clean my bike.
The next item on the agenda was shopping for clothes. I am not fond of shopping. The last time I bought a shirt, the people who came along me had to wait for 2 hrs. I guess I'm very finicky about the color, texture and material.
But what has to be done has to be done. I asked them to buy the shirt and pant for me using the size, but they wouldn't listen. I had go along with them.
We went to a store about 3 km away first. I looked at what they had to offer. I saw a thread coming out from here and there on one of the items, so i rejected it.
Then I didn't like the color of some of them, some were too translucent.
So after about 1 hr , I got what i wanted. My father too got bored. He started tinkering around with his phone. I wasn't very sure, but I was getting bored and I decided to get what i had in my hand.
I was happy that now we could go home. But then they told me another pair is required. So we went to another store. This time I had select a shirt and a pant. I was thoroughly bored, I saw a shirt that I somewhat liked and decided to get it. Then came selecting the pant. I was asked to get some material and get it stitched. I went to the counter and one after another, he kept pulling out material from the shelf. This has a good fall, this color is good, the texture is good and so on and so forth. My father suggested a material and I immediately said yes. It saved me the trouble of selecting the material.
Now we could go back and do something more interesting. But alas, i was wrong again, it seemed that the tailor was on his way. He would be there in around 10 minutes.I kept pacing up and down, while my parents, uncle and aunt were having a chat with the owner. After half an hour he showed up. He asked me to try on a ready made pant, then again an option of pleats or no pleats. So i had to try on two pants. Why the hell do i need a tailor if he is going to copy a ready made pant. I almost reached critical mass. I would blow up anytime. I somehow calmed myself (or perhaps it was the AC duct above my head). He took some measurements and I answered his questions.
We left at 3Pm and came back at 730 PM.
I am glad that somehow my parents, uncle and aunt put up with me.
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