Was in KL on Thursday and Friday, where our own Julina created complications I didn't consider could exist. F&S has a guest house in KL now. That was what we booked for our 2 day stay. We informed Julina who was to pass us the keys. She sent 2 envelopes down,one to pass to the KL office and the other with the mail box key. The keys to the house would be left inside the mailbox. So Yandan (my colleague) and I arrived in KL and went straight to work. by the time we were done it was 8:30. So tired, we tramped to the condo. We tramped to the mailbox area and ripped open the envelope.. a couple of brochures fell out. No key.
We flipped through the brochures in the wild hope the key was hidden there, we searched the flagstones of the floor if by chance it had fallen, we shook the envelope, lest it was still hidden in its depths. No key.
I walked to the guardhouse if perhaps an envelope had been left for us there. No key.
We could have called Sanjay or someone from the team to find out what to do next but I was really pissed off. So I picked the mailbox lock and miraculously it worked. wonders never cease.
Got back to Singapore on Saturday. Had to shift in to our new place. Most of Saturday morning was just shifting and the afternoon in rapid unpacking. Evening went over to Shivani's place. Shivani hadn't slept the night before coz she was up with Shruti, Anish, Karan, Udhayan and Venkat(there may have been more ppl in attendance). They were up all night, they played golf all morning, had lunch and were nearly off to play pool before their energy reserves gave out. I want what they're having!
So anyhow, Satchit warned me we needed to be on time as this was a seated reception and we needed to be in place. I assured him I had nothing much to do. Once I got the sari on, I was good to go and could leave early with him if need be. As things turned out, Shruti and anish only woke up at 5, the sisters had to go to the beauty-parlour and I was waiting till 7, for shivani. Shivani and I got dressed quickly. But we had to wait for shruti and anish, who had the car that day. They picked up Satchit on the way back from parlour, therefore satchit was waiting this whole while at his place, this just made the logistics a bit easier. Anyway, bored of waiting, Shivani and I were just trying on all her jewellery. That was a hoot.
To cut a long a story short, by the time we got there, it was 8:40. The time we were supposed to get there was 7:00. The wedding reception itself was very good. Shukla called while we were in the car. Embarrassing that the groom should need to do that, but it showed an attention that was very pleasing. We were seated together and there were plenty of speeches from both sides of the family. Shukla's speech was wonderful. He did it impromptu and it had a simplicity and spontaneity lacking in most things of this kind. Water-spout that I am, I got teary through it (so did shivani later, she confessed, mwaha!) . It was a good wedding, not for the pomp and show, (there was little showiness in fact, everything was well done, tastefully, food was good, people well dressed, nothing gaudy) but for the fact everyone was really happy. Shukla and vandana looked happy, the families looked happy, there was an undercurrent of joy through the event. We congratulated shukla and vandana once more after the event when we were taking our leave. He urged us to stay longer but generally satchit had to leave, it was becoming a more familial gathering etc etc...
I crashed at Shivani's place after changing from the sari. Long day with all the shifting etc etc. The other went to Terry's and then later crashed at shruti's place.
Sunday was one long unpacking day with several trips to DIY stores and IKEA. In fact, I can't believe I did so much in one day. I unpacked ALL my stuff, got new curtains for the room, installed a wall lamp all by myself (I'm impressed even if you're not :p), set up a mirror in my cupboard, arranged my books and photos. The room looks lovely. Kavita who has the fortune of sharing the room with me is a nice girl whom I'm only well acquainted with (as opposed to being best-buddies), she's very shy and reclusive. I think we'll get on splendidly together. She's very neat, so this will be a good chance for me to equal that score and practice neatness. Our room looks lovely, it does. With cranberry satin-cotton sheets, and dark red curtains with gold edgings. The walls are cream and the furniture in pinewood colours. The only clashing thing is my bookshelf, which is a baby blue. Which, you could construe as a statement, or which I will spray paint into a better statement. I feel like using stencils and reddish shades. So, yes. we're all set up. The house will be ready to viewing by public next week onwards as the living room is a perfect mess of cardboard boxes, paper and string, amongst which nestle objects we go into frenzies trying to find. once that is in order, we'll ask people over to admire our handiwork.
Hari is behaving well. We'll report any discrepancies promptly. Oh, but I do recall something. I was telling him about the new house. I seemed to have said "It's an hdb, but it's opposite raffles hotel." He went and told shikha (who told me this) that "Ipshita seems really image conscious, She said the place is an hdb BUT it's opposite raffles hotel." I'm a bit embarrassed. That came out all wrong. But anyone who knows me, would know that raffles hotel could be torn down so long as the dear library was left standing. So I don't really think it's an accurate reading of my character. Blllllllllllb to Hari.
Yesterday Satchit experienced much happiness when Federer won Wimbledon. Otherwise also, I think he's doing good. Rajesh is pining in Delhi. I think he's bored. Shivani is giving her GMAT in around 5 weeks time, the date was not vouchsafed to me. Anish, shruti and she have been busy with Karan and friends as they are all leaving shortly. Venkat was a little miffed as shukla seemed to have forgotten to invite him (so says Shivani, I haven't seen him for a long time).
Sunday, July 8, 2007
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