We sat sifting through our trunk loads of clothes and utensils and books. The usual segregation into needed /not needed categories, before the trunks were packed, loaded on a truck and sent off.Our life was totally contained in some 34 Steel and wooden Trunks of varying sizes, some even big enough for our refrigerator and washing machine and the bigger stuff. Every two years, the ritual of repainting the trunks, packing, loading them and dispatching our material possessions by truck to another far flung destination was an in built system’s operation.In fact, the mind got restless if the movement orders did not come when due!
Then came the packers and movers on the Indian scene. It was an astonishing site to see my household get bubble wrapped and cardboarded! They respectfully mummified my humble tongs, pincers and griddle each time and I let go a prayer for those gentle souls.They ensured that they carried you from the same ‘as is‘and placed you back in the same ‘as was ‘!! But their efforts were amazing. The relocation just awesome!
Recently, I opened up a long forgotten “Pink Lady tea set”,a gift from my mother,a prized possession. The porcelain set also had a rarely used milk pot with a dainty lid. With determination to use all the pieces of the set, in this tenure, I lifted the milk pot lid and what did I find there? A shiny black scorpion! Dead, almost brittle and ancient looking,curled up at the bottom. And then I remembered. My living quarters in Air Force Station Sulur, a place in the foothills of the Nilgiris . It was a ground floor house with a huge garden and scorpions were regular visitors. Some of them so big that you could pass them off as lobsters! So guess where all did the late Mr Scorpion travel with me from Sulur?… , thanks to these movers – Mumbai, Bangalore, Lucknow and Indore!