Wednesday, 24 May 2023

ROLLING STONES

Disclaimer: This blog is in no way about the Band Rolling Stones, though our generation has enjoyed their music.  

“Rolling Stones gather no moss”, so goes the age old adage, but we the modern day nomads or gypsies (banjaras), gather plenty of stuff over the years. Having travelled the world, we take pride in our collection of knick knacks  from all over and proudly display  these quite prominently in our living rooms. As if these were not enough, we earn scores of mementos as trophies for our service in the units and formation Headquarters in the long span of over three decades. So there are Naga Javelins, Kashmiri samovar, Kathiawadi Ghatti furniture, Puppets from Rajasthan, Paintings from Mhow  carpets from Dhulabari near Darjeeling, African masks and  miniature Eiffel  Tower or Statue of Liberty in almost all the households. Then there are Daggers, miniature Tanks, Owls, Leaping Tigers, Majestic Black Elephants, Ladakhi Monastery Mane, Soaring Eagles and many more such memorabilia on display making the place a museum of sorts. The connoisseur, naturally a man in the Olive Greens can immediately discern the seniority and the length of service of the officer concerned by merely taking a glance at the decor in the house.


Having collected all these and being sentimentally attached to each one of them, as a story is associated with each such acquisition and what is life if not for this bagful of memories. In our case, boxes full of memories as we carry our belongings in trunks, akin to the gypsies who also carry all their belongings with them. If you have observed these gypsies, they have their livestock, dogs also moving with them, we too have our canine friends accompanying us. For anybody who is not from the uniformed fraternity, a move is their worst nightmare come true, on the contrary, we eagerly await these frequent moves, life does get monotonous after a while, as we settle down to a routine. A new place, new assignment, new friends, colleagues and all the exotic places that we get to visit in the vicinity is something which is more than welcome.  

But all this must wait till the whole household stuff is packed neatly in these black trunks some wooden, some steel and a couple of cartons and gunny bags ready to be shipped onto the next destination. These black boxes are in a way akin to the aircraft black boxes as they also contain all the mysteries and stories of the happenings in the Fauji households. The lady of the house is the chef de mission and the officer gracefully settles down in the backroom providing the material  and moral support. She painstakingly prepares inventories and then goes on to pack all items of crockery and breakables  with utmost care, the woollens are dry-cleaned and then in the company of naphthalene balls are tucked inside with lots of love and care into steel trunks. The officer then makes an appearance only when his scores of shoes, ties, uniforms, Hats/ caps, Golf sets, Tennis, Squash rackets have to be packed.


He is again in the forefront when the negotiations with the transporters are being concluded, which are invariably conducted  with caution and being diehard optimist, he is hoping against hopes that this time around the transporter would stay true to his word about the type, date and time of vehicle. The bigger the name the less reliable they are. These days we have started to rely on packers and movers who are essentially just brokers who outsource the packing, loading and transport to different agencies and charge us a whopping sum in the bargain. Invariably apart from the packer’s men, the family members and the buddy are fully involved and have to participate in the exercise. 


Then after loading the stuff lock stock and barrel in the truck we heave a sigh of relief as though the luggage has already reached and been unloaded safely. Guess what the lifetime earnings loaded and despite the uncertainties the couple sits down totally relaxed and chilled out. Until the next move, so much so that I am actually dreading my retirement as we will get stuck to one abode, the two year itch will propel us to move somewhere, but this time it will be out of choice and will probably involve many many hops hopefully. Rolling Stones indeed, no encumbrances whatsoever, free birds!! 

16 comments:

Shiraz Varma said...

Wanderlust and the North Cold wind, as in the movie, Chocolat do drive us to enjoy new places. It's such a dynamic time of shifting. Brought me back old memories

Raj Jagga said...

From wanderers to still life....sweet nostalgic memories....the itch will always remain...move sans luggage..

Kpm said...

Great nostalgic read. Personally collected no rolling stone, ten large trunks in twenty five years!!!

Sarabjeet said...

Keep rolling. 😂😂👏👏

Anonymous said...

Nice one

Anil/ F/ 70 said...

Packing Household effects and it's Shipment through Transporters with very low credibility has been succinctly brought out.

One could identify one's experienced Predicament and Travails in Similar
Situations,while reading it.

Asmita Reddy said...

I could relate to every word. Very correctly said

S.K. Dwivedi said...
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S.K. Dwivedi said...

Very well written! Reliving my transfer days through this blog post.

Anonymous said...

Yes, almost like Ninja Turtles, moving with their house on their backs. Lovely writing 👍

C A Joseph said...

Now start enjoying the new way of life. All the best.

Mrunal said...

True sir

Anonymous said...

Nostalgic...Nice read

Karthik Iyer said...

Very true sir.

Anonymous said...

True & Nostalgic, a nice description of the actual process; and finally at the end a big relief on completing the unpacking without any losses- Arun

sofie said...

Quite so! But this time its for real. Have moved on to settle for good, closer home, to rebuild ties, to find peace with my surroundingd and myself. Enjoyable, while I was in the grind. Even more so, now, as I discover further nuaces of living! Cheers!!