MOVING

Moving.....Well its a small word with elaborate work involved. When I landed here and was temping at Jaya's place I was very happy until the day I had to pack my bags and move into my own apartment. It wasn't too large of a distance to travel....2 mins by a car, but bringing the stuff out of Jaya's place, putting it into the car and then taking it to just...just one floor above the ground killed me. On that day, I thought, I will stay in this apartment forever and never move. I promised myself that I am not going to increase the number of things I own even by a unit. But what.... all in vain, by the end of the year, I forgot the first and the most important pledge of not moving, also I more than doubled the amount of things I had!!!!! I didn't realise it until I had to go through the adventure all over again. This time with the amount to be moved the distance between my new and old apartment also increased. I still curse the day, but had no choice. I still remember a funny but dangerous adventure that happened the final night of my moving out. Out of the three roommates I had, one was on internship and other had a new house to setup.... so I and one of my friends volunteered to take care of the furniture that we had.....Oh!!!!!How much I wished that we hadn't taken that into the house just because we were getting it for free, but we did!!! Well...the fun just started when we started moving the big, bulky wooden furniture out of the house. After removing all the bits and pieces, we were left with the most heavy piece of furniture we owned, the "TABLE". It was a lovely wood table with a glass top, however we used mostly the base of the table to store trash paper, books and magazines.....Poor table must be cursing us for such a demeaning treatment we gave it. I guess it must have accumulated all that hatred especially for me, cause I never gave any attention to it while cleaning. The day of moving was the one and only chance for its revenge. Moving that table even one floor down was a hassle and was very difficult because it had no possible areas where we could hold it and lift it. With a lot of effort we got it out of the door, but the real fun started when we had to take it down the stairs. We thought probably holding it tilted or upside down will help us in having enough grip so that it doesn't fall down. All the concern for the table to not fall down was not because we wanted to preserve it or suddenly I had feelings for it. It was all the selfish thought about myself that what happens if the glass falls onto me and that was the only reason of being so cautious to not cause any harm to the table. I guess the table initially did not realise this but as soon as I said that lets hold it upside down, my intentions were known to it.... Amazingly the glass that was so rigidly fixed to the table....as we thought and looked like that it was glued to the wood.....came down in a fraction of second. God!!!!!! I almost screamed in a moment filled with the fear of hurting my friend as I was on the safer side. Luckily, the glass just fell right down and did not slide down the stairs and my friend was saved. I just could not stop thinking that what would have happened if I had been on the other side of the table and what if the glass would have slided instead of breaking into pieces right at the spot where it fell? Since I stationed myself on the safer side, probably the table thought of not taking the revenge but showing me a glimpse of what it was capable of. Moral of the story is that we shouldn't treat anyone like a non living object with no feelings and to remember everyone deserves respect even a TABLE!!!!!!
All the memories of me moving from one apartment to another got refreshed when we had to move our office from Zimmer Hall to Rievschl almost two floors up. Thank god we had a lift that helped us do that!!!! But the fear of the adventure or misadventure as I say a year ago made me so apprehensive that I just volunteered to put the things back in order on to the shelves. Poor guys must have done a lot of work in just one day which was almost 10 times that me and my friend did that night.
Moving or switching places involves a lot of memories especially when it is done with a bunch of people involved, the whole day yesterday was fun at least for me as I should say, with my comments changing from "I don't like this new place" to "Well...it was fun moving and arranging stuff, with throwing trash out....today".
Last but not the least, despite of all the fun...the idea of moving again brings a kind of restlessness and fear in me and I just wish one thing...."Oh God!!! Please not again!!!!!"