For those just tuning in… our building in Bandra is undergoing structural repairs. This is the latest instalment of our ongoing experience!
Ding dong! The doorbell rang and a mumbled “Close your windows” was delivered quickly before the worker moved on to the next flat to repeat the message.
It has become such a regular request, we essentially have shut ourselves in as you never know when falling debris will come tumbling down. We have more than one cracked window now too. This is all just part of life now…
However in this case, what he should have said is:
“We are using high pressure water to clean the outside of the building.
Remove anything from your balcony.
Close your windows.
If your window has a crack, please try to board it up and move things away from the area near the window inside your home too.”
And as I’ve become so inured to these practically daily requests, thought nothing of it, simply left our flat in its usual state with everything tightly shut and carried on with a busy day of meetings.
Innocently, I came home in the evening with plans to finalize a proposal dancing in my head.
Walked into our bedroom and noticed bizarre spots all over our curtains. Then realised the bed had dirty splotches. Arghh!
Then I went into the other room… Nooooooooo!!!
Filthy water had invaded!
- The desktop was gasping its last breath as a mucky water bath is not compatible with computing performance
- The keyboard was a puddle of mire and the entire desk sopping wet… all papers left lying there a dirty stinky mess
- Even the TV across on the other wall was not immune from dirty drops
- And the paintings on the other wall? Let’s just say I was ever so grateful the watercolours were tightly encased in a glass frame
From the wide puddle on the floor to the pooh coloured spray on the ceiling and walls, our home had yet again been inadvertently invaded by the ongoing building infrastructural repairs in unexpected ways.
Did I mention the windows and curtains were actually closed? However apparently all this got in through the slats as they pummelled water against our home’s exterior.
And the reaction when I brought the building contractor and his assistant to see the state?
After all, what can the contractor do?
It is much like a poor rickshaw driver banging into your car.
Even if the other party was fully guilty of the damage, he will never pay. He can’t pay. What he would need to pay likely would be three times his monthly income.
Hence the shrug.
And the owner takes their damaged car to the garage to best fix the latest dent, bent and bump.
And on my side?
A deep, deep, sigh…
A call to the computer wallah with a hope he can come Monday to see if my desktop can be resuscitated, a quick mopping of the worst muck and several loads of laundry commenced.
Let me repeat….
A seriously deep imbued with multiple swear word sigh, sigh, sigh….
- Welcome home?
- You know you are in trouble when…
- Demolition gang!
- My home, my peaceful sanctuary invaded