4 and all its GLORY.

525

'525' or 'The House of The Dead' or 'Maison de la Mort' is, as I have mentioned a million times already is where I 'exist' along with my other 3 flatmates. But that won't be true, come the 8th of this month. So I write this post with a heavy heart, extolling the virtues of the place which filled the void left by IDPL (arguably the most uninhabitable place on Earth). I will talk about IDPL in another post. I keep reserving a lot of topics for later posts. The '2+3=5 theory', how I intend to regain my fast-depleting brilliance, the name of my first dog when I shall get one and now IDPL. [To the uninformed, IDPL is my hostel campus during the first semester at MDI, Gurgaon]. I think I shall adress all of them very soon.

THE TRANSFORMATION

I have posted about 'The Nest', 'The Crib', 'The Ghetto' and 'The Madhouse' in an earlier post (refer to the post 'Crib. Me? Come on.' of 23 April 2009 for the details regarding the 4 rooms and the 4 residents), but I never spoke about our kitchen. The kitchen is a completer disaster. If you ever wanted to see a horror show, you should have had a look at our kitchen. Although, that is not the case now. That is because we cleaned it a couple of days back. No, clean is not the right word. We made it 'shine'. It is now spotless and sparkling. I guess I am getting a little carried away but compared to its previous state, you wouldn't blame me for thinking that it now seems like heaven itself. This was possible by the concerted effort of the 4 of us and we are all genuinely and pleasantly surprised at what we have accomplished and truly deserve a pat on our backs.

IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING

This was how we achieved the 'plutonian' task. Colonel Raaj took the lead. He was in one of his ebullient moods, barking out orders to us. Chadha was uncharacteristically purposeful and did a major part of the cleaning. Tushar's penchant for the to and fro motion was especially helpful with the mopping of the dirt-stained floor. He was the destroyer-in-chief of the kitchen over the 4 months but he more than made up for his 'sins' with his contribution. Seeing the 3 men toil away with such grit and determination, elevated their status in my eyes and I almost had tears. All I had to do was play second fiddle and play a supporting role.

COPING MECHANISMS

Anyway, the point is that we would be leaving the house in a few days. And everyone has been shattered by that fact. Colonel Raaj has been trying to drown his 'melancholy' (the only word I remember from 'Merchant of Venice', which we had in its damn original text for our 10th standard) with JD but to no avail.Therefore he chose to go to the 'liberal' and liberating land of Amsterdam. Chadha is so inconsalable that his mom is coming to London tomorrow to comfort him. And Tushar has gone crazy. He has been trying to keep 'The Ghetto' clean, as if that is going to prevent us from having to leave the house.

MY MISGIVINGS OF 525

The radiator in my room is malfunctioning and as a result my room has been unbearably hot over the past few days. And I continue to burn the food, despite my best efforts. Whatever I do, the food and the cooker get burned almost every single day. It is very mysterious and strange. It is as if, I am cursed. The house in general and 'The Crib' in particular has been a source of deep embarassment for me. I have aplogised to everyone that came to our house over the past 4 months for its shabby state.

WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS

All in all, I would still miss The House of the Dead. And so would the others.

Gulati is moving into a crazy house called 'LadhaLand' to join Sayyam 'Faux Pas' Ladha, Guneet 'Come On' Kwatra and Ikampreet 'The Jewel' Singh. Chadha would continue with his mad ways at his uncle's place in Moor Park. Tushar and me would make the short journey to the house on 591 Finchley Road(The House of the Dead is at 525 Finchley Road). And so it continues.

Follow Ups: 1) The guest poster hasn't had the time to 'grace' my blog. I shall post a hate essay on him if he doesn't do so soon.

2) The blank in 'fill in the blank' of the previous post was to be filled with 'Anyway, whatever'. I guess none of you could be bothered to give the answer, but I would like to think that you didn't get it, since you are, let's say dull.

Anyway, whatever.

ta DA, not TA da!