Terrific Tenants…

Before a few days in my blog you would have seen my “From Heaven To Home!”. In that piece I really wrote that my own house is already under occupation but the tenants are living there freely without paying the rent to me. Rentless tenants. They are the blue pigeons and little sparrows. Till now from 2005 to 2016 October both these birds community are freely living in my house with their families and children but I was not given rent at all. Innumerable child births also had happened. Now this month I am going to shift my residence from my present residence to our own residence. So this week the house cleaning and the “ Welcome Ceremony” all were done with grand success. My rentless tenants were kept away from this function cautiously. Till the function ended, my tenants kept them in the sunshades and neighborhood building places and even in the windows of my house and were watching all the proceedings with care and concern and worry. Meetings also were convened in their groups. “What to do now? Owners of the house will throw us away from this house?” At last one blue pigeon entered into my sitting room courageously and began to fly here and there. The ceiling fan of that room was on and it was about to die getting crashed in that running ceiling fan. My kids saved its life by switching off the fan at the perfect needed time. My twin children’s’ timely and clever action saved its life. Then the blue pigeon our tenant began to fly inside the whole house indirectly telling me ,” Aunty, Please don’t ask us to go out of your house. We don’t have any comfortable place in this winter to live with our tiny tots. Please we also will stay in this house but we promise we won’t interfere in your life with our young one. We will also live in your this house but without noise or quarrels with you or with our family members. Please Aunty let us stay here. Please Aunty don’t throw us away”.

 I asked, “So you tried to commit suicide in our running ceiling fan to threaten and to compel me to accept your request.”

Blue Pigeon

Blue Pigeon:Sorry Aunty. Please forgive me. I could not find any other idea other than this suicide idea to convince you.”

I: No, Blue Pigeons and Sparrows. See, these ten long years you were living in my house freely. I did not get any rent from you. Now I am badly in need of this house. I don’t have any other house for me except this own house. So you shift your family to neighbourhood buildings. I won’t allow you to stay in my tiny house. For my things themselves I don’t have enough place in this tiny house then how is it possible to keep tenants and their families in this house? Go away my friend.”

The Blue Pigeon again started to fly. It went into the kitchen and kept itself behind the water Syntex(Water Tank) which has been kept and fixed in the kitchen Attic. From that Syntex of the kitchen attic water connections also have been given to all the rooms and my house. The blue Pigeon sat comfortably behind the syntex. I and my son began war and efforts to take it away from that place. My daughter in her utter fear kept herself in the bedroom. She kept herself away from our mission of chasing the Rentless tenant away from our house. But all our efforts went in vain.

What happened at last? The blue Pigeon told me from its hiding place which is behind the big syntex :”Aunty, I see empty place here behind the syntex. You won’t keep anything here. We all can use this place as our residence. We will have safety and security here. We can lead a highly peaceful, secured life in this unused place of your house. Aunty  please allow us to stay in this unused area of your tiny house. “

You see readers This is my Personal experience. At last those clever highly intelligent, cunning Rentless tenants of my own house captured and occupied the secret, empty secured area which is behind the water syntex  and adamantly refused to leave my house. Now itself my house is under occupation of the tenants. The washing area is also under occupation of sparrows. So please my friends be careful of these non rent giving free tenants of our loving precious residences.
Mumbaiyaas (People Of Mumbai) only can live even in the attics. Rajkotians( People of Rajkot)  can’t live in the attic of a house. So my house is under the capture of Mumbaiyaas( Mumbai people type blue pigeons and tiny sparrows).
I am longing for Independence. Have any Ideas?

By,

Ritu Iyer,

TalkativeTongue

Cry Cry Clumsy : Part 2

Before a few days in this blog you all would have read my “Cry Cry Clumsy.” In That writing I talked about my daughter. This week my daughter proved this truth. How? We are in the residence shifting mission now a days. We had to shift one kerosene filled up Ashok Stove to our going to be residence. I gave the work of packing that stove in a box to my daughter thinking that she is an expert in packing. But alas what horrible scene I got to see my dear readers. My daughter did that work with such clumsiness that the atmosphere (peaceful)                                                                   clumsy3

of the house got changed.Everywhere hue and cry, Bhagga-Bhaggi (Running here and there), Chillana- Cheeknaa( Shouting). In that work she took the help of her father and brother also. In packing a mere Stove three people were needed? I myself was highly busy in kitchen at that time. Here in the drawing room the Mission or Adventure of packing the kerosene filled up stove in its own box and tying it perfectly with a thread so that one could carry it was going on. What Happened at last? Everywhere clumsiness. As I told you in my previous writing I had to do double, triple work to finish the work. At the end of the day my thinking was this” If I had not given this stove packing work to my Computer Engineering Student Daughter, I would not have got two glasses of kerosene spilled up in the drawing room. I would not have got my writing- table smeared with kerosene; I would not have got my house in panic situation.”
I would not have to fall down seriously by getting slipped in that spilled kerosene of that floor and I would not have got waist pain and leg pain and would not have got the dry kerosene Stove box totally drenched in kerosene and would not have got compelled to finish the work or task with extra, double effort. So in my attempt of getting my daughter’s help I really increased my trouble. So please wary of clumsiness my readers.
By,
Ritu Iyer,
TalkativeTongue