Irony of life
January 15, 2007
I dont intend to sound like a cry baby, but when something is not supposed to happen, it ends up happening. I can totally understand.. God having created the creatures (that is if you believe in creationism), thought of messing somethings up so that he is not bored and gets some fun-filled episodes all seasons long.
I am not talking about the big things in life (as they are beyond the scope of sharing here) but the small ones.
My Computer Sci grad friend has the privelege of owning 4 laptops as none stayed with him for more than an year. Another ECE guy has his apartment’s fuse tripping every other week, and as regards to me, someone who “thinks” he has a future in Heating-Ventilation A/C and flows, our heater has problems. Not the “not-working” kind of problems, but the “works-but-doesnt-circulate-properly” problem. If this is the case as things are supposed to be.. to serve God’s sense of humor.. (that is, your specialisation is a big problem in your personal life) then I can only pity with the gynecologists and urologists.
But coming back to our heater, it works perfectly well, just that the circulation system is so screwed up that the frontroom (where it is located) feels like an oven and the restroom (being the farthest) is fondly called “the freezer”. Let me throw some more light.
We roam in shorts in the apartment but to go to the restroom, we dress up like an eskimo: a pant, a coat, socks and a monkey-cap. People generally undress to go to the bathroom but here it is the other way round. People check weather.com to decide whether to go out or not.. we check the temp outside to decide if we should take bath or not. And if one does.. it is more like a car-wash. The hot water shower is switched on for about 2 mins till it reaches close to room temperature (the cold water tap is not used at all), then the person jumps in, rotates about his feet (like a pradakshina) and jumps out (if he can make that). Every session to the bathroom is like an episode of survivor.. we wait teary-eyed for the person to come out.. not because he has taken an hour and we “have to” go urgently, but because he could make it back. Such is the love.. I mean such hostile are the conditions.
This sums it up: we recently went to the grihapravesham of our friend’s house, and he asked us “how is the house” to which we replied “the bathroom is hot“. He still thinks that bathroom turns us on.