No, I do not plan on introducing a ‘Room Series’ in my blog. Sad? 😛 I do not have any explanation for this room blog series but I will surely blog about this light pink room I am at the moment. I am in Narayanghat. I want to name this guest house I will be spending my night in but let me refrain from doing so. There’s no proper explanation for that either. I should be writing on the farmers’ rights provisions in ITPGRFA. (Well the full form is too long and I don’t expect anyone to be interested in it either but I am tempted to complete this room blog first.)The curtains are nice. They aren’t great but I like them. It’s a red, light red and yellow checked curtain covering the entrance to the verandah while the cloth covering the window is red, light red and white. Does curtain (obviously) mean the cloth that covers windows? Or does the same word do for clothes that do the same for doors? I think curtains have no relation with the part of the room they cover… Whatever. It’s dark now. Let me turn on the lights first.
Ok done. I drew the curtains as well. Talking of which, the first thing I saw through the window after opening the curtains some hours ago was of a naked child excreting his/her intestinal waste…Does that count for a view? Anyways I did stare at the child for a while thinking to myself ‘Has this happened to me before? Have I ever stayed in a guest house where the first thing I see after opening the curtains is a shitting child?’ I think I looked at the child longer than intended and even wondered if the child was a he or a she. What was I thinking?
Getting back to the curtains, the cloth covering both the windows and the door is the same! Contrary to what I wrote earlier they are covered by a cloth which has a checked pattern consisting of dark brown, light brown and cream colored boxes. The cloth hanging from the door looks a bit faded but still it’s the same color. Gawd, what’s wrong with my eyes. I don’t think I like the curtains as much as I did before.
So, it should be clear by now that this is not a ‘Starred’ hotel. The room has two beds, both covered in white bedsheets with a ‘chadar’ of the same color. I don’t know why I want to call it a ‘chadar’ and not a white shawl or ‘odne’ but I have no explanation for that either. And I am already hearing Anup Jalota singing ‘chadariya, jhine re jhine’ in my head.
There is a mirror to my right, the one which makes me look FAT. Bigger at my sides and shorter. Are proper mirrors an expense for hotel owners? I rechecked myself on the mirror, it is a strange mirror. I have already done the ‘mirror check’ test, something I received from a friend of mine which warned girls about hidden cameras behind mirrors or something like that. Jehos, it was about being viewed by someone else. I am not so sure, if I remember the exact way to check that but I put my finger on the mirror and it reflection touched in the mirror seemed to be touching my real finger…I think the email said if it didn’t one needed to be careful. Hope that was what it said.
I am always alert while traveling alone. It’s as if a new ‘sense’ develops in me and my mind is constantly flashing red lights. LOL I was so alert when I traveled to Gorkha (yah a long time ago) that I didn’t even fall asleep, not even after putting the wooden stool in front of the door after checking all doors and windows thoroughly. A stool is not much of a security guard I guess. Though, I pushed a very heavy cupboard to block the door while sleeping alone during the night in Godavari resort after a chitchat with the hotel staff that brought hot water bag for the night last winter. I might blog of it someday, but it is not a good time to do so now.
Oh, and there are two U-shaped iron protrusions on the ceiling. Though it’s a common sight in a lot of houses, I think it’s dangerous to have them in hotel rooms. I mean, what if I was suicidal. What an easy place to hang myself? Hoina ra? Though I could say the same thing for the fan right above my head. In that case, I would have to say there are risks everywhere so it would be paranoid to think that way. Or would it? But Narayanghat is not a place to die. It is a place to live. I think we stayed somewhere close to this place sometime back in 2005 and we sang ‘Jati hun main jal di hai kya’ from the movie ‘Bazigaar’ out loud in a rickshaw because it was the rickshaw puller’s favorite song. Nostalgia… Time to get back to the International Treaty now. Maybe I will watch ‘Friends’ and ‘Seinfield’ when I am doing IT. It’s a goodbye for now. Hopefully, I will be writing more from a better place in Saurah tomorrow.Tada.
Oct 11, 2009