Finally decided to join the millions who blog.
Funny that of all the things that exist, it had to be an afternoon's session of laundry to get me started. The seventh hostel block here at NIT-K makes for one of the most complete disaster tolerance courses in one's life, more so, our wing in particular.
Firstly, my stand on laundry. I love my white t-shirts and really like them to stay that way. This matters to me enough to distrust the local dhobi or any other human force around. The same goes for the surathkal dhobi. Is it worth packing your dirty clothes, lugging them to surathkal in a bus, walking up to the dhobi, waiting for a whole lot of time only to repeat the same process in reverse order to get clothes done? Not to mention, facing the agony of unsatifsfactory service, all of the above notwithstanding. Its not about the money at all, but the fifty rupees saved in the process can be used more pleasurably, looking at the fringe benefits.
Now back to the seventh hostel block, the water supply, teasing and most elusive is every washerdude's worst foe. There is this story about clothes soaked for a week and the ordeal that followed. I'll leave that for another post.
The satisfaction derived out of that fresh white fabric hugging your skin after a refreshing bath makes all that washing, wringing, drying and ironing(in some cases) worth it all.
Will blog again soon
