Papa receives an envelope at office carrying his transfer orders. He's has been officially transferred from Hisar to Mumbai. mumBAI? Don't they think of the word 'feasible' when asking employees to shift base?
Anyways... "Time to move papa", I tell myself. Why myself? Because more often than not I'm the one in the family who gets the most excited at the prospect of moving to a new place. I quickly begin enlisting the pros, my own reasons that make me think interestingly about moving... of course, again, to who else but, myself.
"Come on you've already grown bored of Hisar. Yeah it's an easy paced city, but it's rather boring to live at that pace in the initial phase of your live. BOMBAY! Just think of it man... you'd go home from college in a TRAIN! No more hurting your knees around in those state transport buses. BOMBAY! It'd be like a dream come true. More opportunities for a 'your kind of job' when you pass out. (Why I thought that back then, is still a mystery... even to me.) But most important and interesting of all, you'd be going to Yes! Bombay. What better place to start looking for ways to meet Tanniji than the city of dreams itself."
I had a hard time getting decent sleep that night. And the next day, I was already discussing packing and of course MOVING with Mummam. "It'd be done as soon as you pack your stuff and of course mine", said Mummam. I could already feel adrenaline jets tingling the inside of me. "You'd probably come back home for Diwali at your new home", She sure knows how to get work done out of me.
The packing began that very day itself. YES, it did.
But, B U T... There's just a peculiar little twist to the story that says that Papa couldn't get the company accommodation before April this year and that's when we ACTUALLY shifted. Dreams come true. They do. It's just the time. You never quite know when they'll begin. Yeah! probably they are lazier than I am.
I've been shifting bases from the age of 3 (or so I'm told). The first time around, probably I wasn't involved in the packing bit. Ever since then, I've been the one to commandeer (trust me). There's this interesting facet to kids whose parents keep moving.
We probably make more friends in our lives than other kids do. We know a lot more places by experience than most other kids do. And yes, we change more schools than most other kids do. I've often been asked in schools during my first week... "Why did they turn you out of your previous school? Yes, some stupid kids never got the whole point of moving from one city to other - lock, stock and barrel. There are some ugly sides too, to the supposedly interesting activity. Just when you thought you had your room set up the way you'd always wanted it, Papa came in to break the NEWS! You couldn't do some things with the house, the room, because more often than not, it's not your OWN house. Just when the teacher's mind had the fancy idea of making you sit with that girl that you always wanted to sit with, you were exchanging farewell gifts the next week. The list could go on, I'd leave that you people... Fill in the comments box!
And, that's why kids who keep moving have this sympathetic undertone connecting them to others' their creed. Check out SS's comment to my previous post... (No she ain't a kid anymore, and so ain't I. But you know the undertone...)