Update on chaos…

..the maids and the cook are on indefinite leave. While this would have been perfectly acceptable with me had I had carte blanche to order in from the plethora of newly sprung up restaurants in the neighbourhood, the tragedy is that the husband is now on a healthy eating binge and insists on homecooked food. The mother in law has no hands left, considering even my honest to goodness attempts at straight forward dal and rice result in the dal being oversalted and the rice being overcooked. To add to my grief, the driver has also taken off to his village for the Ganapati festivals. I feel orphaned. Have now resolved to keep fulltime help in the new house. My careful french manicure has gone the way of chronic nailbiters with chewed to the rim nails, which have actually broken off thanks to the infinite scrubbing that accumulates each day. Has anyone ever realised how many vessels we Indians use for a simple dish. Take dal. The simplest you can get. One to cut and wash in, one to boil in (the cooker) and the third to do the tadka in. Three vessels to scrub. Have invested in ready to make meals which were promptly junked by the MIL, who rightly claimed they were potents of Satan, infested with additives and preservatives which would do nasty things to our bloodstreams. I sobbed fat tears as I saw my Parampara Chicken Makhani go into the gloop of our wet waste-dry waste bin.

Anyway, the latest status on the home interiors is that husband and I have decided we need a mediator between the two of us, since we had come close to signing on the divorce papers over a wall cabinet, so an interior designer has been called in who is asking us to pay more than what we paid for the damn house to do it up. The husband is in a right funk, considering the man has shown him dreams of gold leaf ceilings and carved marble statues of Greek goddesses as pillars, while I am being the voice of reason and practicality and insisting we reuse as much of our old furniture as we can. Therefore, the impasse. Left to me, we would have had low ethnic seating, and lots of beautiful artifacts all around. Left to the brat, all the artefacts would be flung from floor 15 into the wonderfully landscaped playarea cum garden that the house looks out on, and clunked a gardener into oblivion. I have now settled for a do what you want with the house but I need grills on every balcony status. The other day when we were making a casual drop in to check a leaky tap, the brat managed to unlock a balcony and siddle in, chortling in glee. My heartbeats havent been the same since.

On a lighter note, read somewhere that muscle weighs more than fat. Therefore I am all muscle. Chew on that.


About Kiran Manral

Kiran Manral published her first book, The Reluctant Detective in 2011. Since then, she has published eight books across genres till date. Her books include romance and chicklit with Once Upon A Crush (2014), All Aboard (2015), Saving Maya (2017); horror with The Face at the Window (2016) and nonfiction with Karmic Kids (2015), A Boy’s Guide to Growing Up (2016) and True Love Stories (2017). Her short stories have been published on Juggernaut, in magazines like Verve and Cosmopolitan, and have been part of anthologies like Chicken Soup for the Soul, Have a Safe Journey (2017) and Boo (2017). Her articles and columns have appeared in the Times of India, Tehelka, DNA, Yowoto, Shethepeople, New Woman, Femina, Verve, Elle, Cosmopolitan, Conde Nast Traveller, DB Post, The Telegraph, the Asian Age, iDiva, TheDailyO and more. She was shortlisted for the Femina Women Awards 2017 for Literary Contribution. She is a TEDx speaker and a mentor with Vital Voices Global Mentoring Walk 2017.
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3 Responses to Update on chaos…

  1. dipali says:

    Profound sympathies: hope your maids/cook/driver all get back real soon.
    Interiors- have been through it. Still have to squash the husband’s spirit of buying random hideous dust collectors when he travels.
    We’ve had our furniture battles, and now both of us almost faint when we find ourselves liking the same stuff!


  2. low ethnic seating with artifacts + young child = no ethnic artifacts.


  3. Diya Sen says:

    You are really funny, I have also almost got divorce while fighting tooth and nail on the amount of furniture I can tolerate in the bedroom, you hang on the guys cannot fight on such issues for long. The moment his attention is diverted you go in for your low seating and artifacts. You can bribe the brat not to touch your artifacts by giving him whatever he really likes depending on his age.


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