What happens when you’re not a great packer?

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You cringe. You whine. You complain. “My arms hurt, my legs are sore!” you cry out. The tables and the windowsill, dotted with various tiny items acquired from here-there-everywhere, stare. They even dare to giggle.

Packing up to leave can be a big pain. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Every muscle of your body and every thinking cell of your brain gets going and if you have no assistance, it’s a dreary great work out scheme.

Suddenly, I wish I had learnt to live like the boys.

Made do with a pair of jeans for a month. Worn and re-worn that shirt and that tee till passersby covered their noses in disgust. But with no lessons in bare-minimums learnt, I now have to struggle to tuck in every item of my elaborate wardrobe. The trolley-bag threatens to burst as I plead with it to hold just one more pair of jeans and just another formal shirt.

What do I do with all the glass and china wear I got from handicrafts exhibitions? That delightful photograph-mug I was gifted on my birthday? The picture frames I had so meticulously arranged in my room? I wrap them in newspaper and sandwich them among the clothes in my bag. May the good Lord keep them from breaking, I murmur.

Slips of paper peep from various nooks and corners. The bill from the restaurant I gave my birthday party in. A rugged piece of paper saying –

1 Amul Dahi

1 Orange Real Juice

1 Drifts mineral water

Credit card receipts. Restaurant menu pamphlets. Tonnes of brown packaging paper, hidden among the silver one I had used to wrap a present. Sorting them all out takes longer than I had anticipated.

I take a big paper bag and dump in every item of food that is no longer edible. A rotten apple, a packet of chips that expired three months ago, some of the namkeen I had been given from home. When the phone rings I reassureΒ  Mom – of course I am eating well. That orange you found spoilt last visit went uneaten only because it was hidden behind the shelf.

The curtains fly in a sudden tuft of wind. Looking out of the window, I wonder if there is more of Pune I can take away with me. More whiffs and sights and sounds that I can fold and pack in the confines of my bags.

One glance around the room tells me there are several areas that remain to be folded and packaged. But them I postpone to another afternoon…

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42 thoughts on “What happens when you’re not a great packer?

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  4. You mean you’re moving to Dahlee? Ohnoes! The aalways wraang weather and even more wraang men?

    Well aanyways, haave fun! I could almost picturize me moving – the description was so real and true-to-life!


    • Ha ha yes the weather is so wrong. They say it was cold two days ago and tonight I will be sleeping under a fan. As for the men, don’t get me started.
      I’m glad you enjoyed the read Kartikay. πŸ˜€ I wish I had enjoyed the move so much. I feel rather, err, sad. But then it was for the better. Touche.

    • Ha ha yes the weather is so wrong. They say it was cold two days ago and tonight I will be sleeping under a fan. As for the men, don’t get me started.
      I’m glad you enjoyed the read Kartikay. πŸ˜€ I wish I had enjoyed the move so much. I feel rather, err, sad. But then it was for the better. Touche.

  5. Hey! I enjoy packing on the contrary. I love the feeling of sleeping in the mess, tired and exhausted when all packing is done.

    The trouble you have with your things, I feel the same with my books.

    Don’t want to leave the precious memories behind, but don’t know how to take them forward either. My solution “Blue Dart”.

    • Sleeping in the mess! Oh don’t remind me. I have to sleep in an un-dressed room with bags and baggage everywhere for a good 5 days. But yep, the sleeping-after-you’re-exhausted is good. Makes for sound dreams.

      I don’t know how I will take my books either. They are too many and too heavy for me to tow. I will get Dad or someone to make a trip later. πŸ˜€

  6. Well, the no food problem is easily explained. During my three years in pune, my mom never visited. Dad was there just once, right in the beginning. Ergo no getting pestered by folks πŸ˜€

  7. i know that feeling…. i had four weeks to wrap up pune. a lot of time, yet barely enough.

    don’t generalise about boys though. i kept a spotless clean room all the years of living on my own and did laundry regularly.
    and no spoilt food in my room. ever. was always a hungry young man πŸ˜›
    happy packing…. its hard to throw stuff away, ainnit?

    • Wow now that’s a paragon of virtue. πŸ˜›
      Great about the food part though. I have argued with Mom so often – I won’t need all that food. I don’t get time toe eat it yada yada yada. But to no avail.

      It really is hard. I cringe even when I am told to throw old slips of paper away. I wish I had more sections in the library.

    • That’s a wonderful name!
      Well, I will be continuing this blog but with a new name. From Pune its muse will shift to dearest Delhi.

      Thanks a lot Leo. I hope so too. πŸ˜€

      • so this url itself will continue? no change in that? I was about to click on subscribe when I saw the shift πŸ˜› I tht it’d be a new blog itself πŸ˜€

        glad u liked the name suggestion.. I donno much of Delhi food πŸ˜› so dint go into a particular dish. Bengaluru is my area u see πŸ˜‰ lol.

        cheers. subscribing now.. πŸ˜€

        Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason

        • Yep, the URL will continue and so the subscriptions will remain. πŸ™‚
          Actually I have kind of grown fond of paneer and pulao and we get amazing P&P in Delhi too.

          Aha, I have heard so much of Bengaluru. Maybe I will get a taste someday.

  8. now now not all BOYS are the same , I make sure i change my jeans every 10 to 15 days not wait till a month and yeah the same for the shirt too.. πŸ™‚ saare ek jaise nahin hote πŸ™‚

    I have promised myself I am not moving house anymore.. changed to a third house and its a EPIC BATTLE each time .. so no more

    Where you going …..
    Just do slowly each day a bit and it will soon be all done πŸ™‚ You need any help if you promise to feed me the lovely indian food i can come to help πŸ™‚ he he hehee

    All the best

    • Oh Bikram, that was heartwarming. It’s great to know guys too have a small repeat-duration for their clothes. πŸ˜›

      A third? Phew. I couldn’t agree more about the epic battle thing. But I see more moves for me in the future…

      I am going back to Delhi. Yes, there are still some days left and I hope to get things done by the weekend. Your help would be much appreciated – about the food, um, does vada pau count? πŸ˜€

  9. Hi,
    That was a lovely post. Really like your style, it’s so simple, yet very expressive.

    You post made me remember the place we left behind when we shifted some five years back. Now, whenever I go back there, it still feels like home. But I believe it is always better to feel sad when leaving a place. Because that proves you’ve had a good time there. Would rather feel that than relief at being rid of the necessity of living there!


    • Well I guess we really don’t have much control over the sad/not part. Indeed, when you have had a good time living somewhere and have to leave it all behind, sadness creeps in tiptoed. Like your five-year-old move.

      Ha ha, yes, for some people a move might be very cheery if they have treated their current residence as a compulsion. Sadly, not the case with me.

      Glad you enjoyed reading Jyoti… thanks a lot and do keep dropping by! πŸ˜€

  10. I know how difficult it can be to wind up all your belongings especially when you are moving away.
    Good luck with all the packing you’ve got to do πŸ˜›
    Enjoy packing πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

  11. Emotional who you?-Yes. I always try not to miss any place I leave. Because if i do, then it means that I haven’t enjoyed it as much as I would have wanted to.

    But only if things were so easy.

    P.S: How do u manage to generate so many posts quickly? Are you on gatorade?

    • Ah, that’s a nice, simple way of putting it. I will agree too. There’s much more I want from Pune and I hope to come back soon.

      Ha ha don’t tease me. It’s just the current avalanche of memories/experiences/farewells that’s responsible. πŸ˜€

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