Another Blue Moon Day

The day comes once in a blue moon. A blue moon which is a holiday. So they are really few and far between. Those are the days that make me feel it would be better if I lived alone. Independent. But then again if I lived alone, then maybe…yeah at this point me always in two minds. This is something that has to be done some day. So actually when we think about it, this is something unavoidable. So now with me living with my folks, the only difference is that the occurrence is more frequent.

Waking up early in the morning. (Something I cant do, holiday-no holiday!! That explains my poor attendance in lectures.) But then the constant nagging that today is the D day or the W Day as the case is. “And that it is a fine morning. And a beautiful day has begun, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, there is a light breeze blowing. It’s a perfect day.”

It would have been, a perfect day had I got to sleep a lil more. Say a couple of hours more. But no, today is the special day. Which doesn’t come often. But why? Because most often the reason for the event doesn’t happen. And the time when the event should happen, we don’t have time. Frankly I think the event can happen anytime anyday. And the anytime and anyday can be postponed till people aren’t physically uncomfortable in the presence of the chief guest. But when the rest of the females in the household are adamant there is not much you can do but give in. Resign to fate and accept your destiny. Yes even when you are a female…

Now laundry isn’t a big deal, thanks to the miracle of washing machines. Yep there are days when I do thank technology even though Im dissing it most of the time. But today wasn’t the day I were to express my gratitude to the washing machine. Because today wasn’t any ordinary laundry day. Today was “washing you filthy jeans day” And that day, praise the lord, is special!! And mom decided that seema’s dignity cant take any more assault or she would just give up on the challenge of working for the Nayak family.

So today, she decided her elder daughter has to apply in practice what she(me) announces knows in theory. And that she(yeah…me) had to start with washing the forbidden textile. A pair of jeans, mine. And since I have to learn the lessons of life the hard way, no whirlpool magic for me but plain ol soap and brush and buckets and buckets of water. So there I was, washing as she says “dirt from hell”.

It wasn’t easy. The entire exercise. Started off with a choked gasp when I realized it was ME who was gonna do it.
Mom: “If u can wear that God awful thing , u sure can wash em urself”. Stumped.
Me: *wailing* BUT MAA!!!!!!!
Mom: *that stubborn set of shoulders*
Me: *sigh* so tell me how do I start.

The “event” special as it was, took me half an hour. And around 4 buckets of water. One pair of jeans. Was a matter of pride now!! Umm, looking back I think it was pretty neat. Yes the jean was neat and clean too. Now I know the fine nuances of washing a pair of jeans. And since I started off with the toughest…most difficult task, I can very well say and reiterate THAT I CAN WITH SUCCESS WASH A PAIR OF UNBELIEVABLY FILTHY JEANS. Now, questions like, how did they get so dirty and what was I doing so long, wont be dignified with answers.

I thought of swearing off wearing jeans, coz if I dirty em (not like I roll in the mud or sumthing. I can swear on FB that im a clean child. Have always been) *sudders* I might have to wash em. My respect for Seema has increased 5 brownies!! But then, Id need to swear off quiet a lot of things. Like white clothes, living in my room, eating, drinking, living??

I thinking…these days me getting a bit too domesticated for comfort.

Mom coos “mera baccha finally growing up!!!”
Papa puts it down to another blue moon day…