I am still explaining the work that needs to be done in my new house to the likes of carpenters and electricians and general handymen and such like. Not one brick has been touched, not one lock changed and already I am greying at the temples. I hope the salt and pepper look is in. Mahesh was in this position before the house was bought. We had decided that buying the house and doing all the necessary paperwork would be taken care of by him while the decor part would be my responsibilty (first one to point out the evident gender bias in this arrangement gets a dirty look from me). I saw him pull his already rather sparse hair out as he dealt with the banks and their home loan divisions and the brokers and the ex-owner. As soon as the draft changed hands for the keys though, he leaned back and pointed at me and laughed. Your turn, baby, enjoy, he said and has not been heard from since.
It's tough, this whole doing up the house thing. To begin with, I need to remove some existing, in-built showpieces in the house (their idea of tasteful decor and mine, they are not to meet). They are made of glass and wood and have all sorts of things growing in them and have colourful lights to enhance the beauty of the cultivation. I thought I would sell these structures to the kabaadi but the kabaadi says that the carpenter will need to pull them out and the carpenter says that the electrician needs to get the colourful lights out first (I mean, everyone wants to do their business without getting electrocuted, right? A fair demand, I thought). So now I have called my old handyman and I am hoping he will take care of the three aspects on his own viz. prevent possibility of electrocution, remove structure and sell structure for profit (his, not mine, I am all detached from this scenario now).
The Asian Paints Home Solutions store on Hill Road came as something of a pleasant surprise and while they are not paying me to write this, I have to say that the store was something of a dazzler. Of course I had paint figuratively dripping out of my ears when they were done taking me through the room-sets and the kidproof chalk paints and textures and the finishes and the polishes but then I never was good with too much information. I have decided to go with them so if you have a point of view, speak now or be forever silent.
Tomorrow, veneers and door handles and such like. And getting rid of a particularly pesky man currently lurking the streets of Mumbai under the legend Khaleel Joona Furniture Wallah. The joy.