Giving something a second breath of life,
To, revive the zeal to survive.
All the dreams and tortures involved,
To make something re- evolve.
The ode here that I am singing,
Is about a second new beginning!!!
With great excitement & big plans;
Spearing, our houses lack-luster walls with thoughtful glance.
Discerning the peeling paint on the walls, we decided unanimously,
That hereby this month we would unreservedly,
Dedicate ourselves without a single groan,
To renovating our, dilapidated home.
Oh at that point we did not realize, what horrors did, we invite.
As we planned & plotted our beautiful vision,
The list of tasks dramatically increased.
Not only did we want the house painted and decorated,
But washroom & bath were also to be renovated.
Thus their redesigning was part of the project.
To the old plans new ideas where further injected.
Seems like Jaguar fixtures were hot topic for our argument.
Anchor switches would also to the walls beauty augment.
New Geyser & Sintex too joined the fray.
Over the different designs we peered all day.
Planning & plotting took us a week,
Plumber & mason arrived as our final plans were conceived.
My Bro & I got excitement hives.
Selecting the tiles & fixtures was so much fun.
But when the work started our expressions were glum.
Nary of us had thought practically,
Staying with an under-construction washroom was an anomaly.
Neighbors & relatives saved the day.
To our help they came without delay.
But still changing tiles & fixtures is messy job.
Our clothes & shoes were of their cleanliness robbed.
My maids & I were running helter-skelter,
Trying to keep a modicum of hygiene in our, shelter.
But alas it was a pointless war,
Dirt had invaded even the cleaning supplies jar.
My once spotless house was now a demolition site,
To our own washroom & basin we had no usage right.
The plumber & mason were the undisputed dictators,
To their tyranny we were mute spectators.
It seems that life was playing a joke on us,
We were endowed with bungling plumber who created a ruckus.
Oh he talked tall & mighty….he promised us a wash room paradise,
But when it came to performance he was ineptness personified.
We fought, we shouted, we vented our spleen,
Until, the contractor agreed to change his minion.
The mason was a skilled worker,
And in this fray that was a succor.
At last the construction of wash room was done,
I swear that day; I had two hours of bathing fun.
But this was not the beautiful end to our horror saga; it was no prelude to beautiful dawn.
It was the silence before the great storm!!!
For, we were still committed to the painting,
The tales of which will drive delicate maidens to fainting.
The painters arrived on the time sharp.
They covered the furniture’s with black tarp.
They started peeling the old paint off the walls,
This made dirt & dust fall.
The paint came-off along with the plaster,
The house looked liked we had used a sandblaster.
Dirt & grim swirled in the air,
Grim & dirt coated our hair.
I don’t know how it managed to get in the sealed & barred furniture’s.
The cleaning of which has transformed me in an extremely polluted creature.
Alas the grim was swept, the walls re-plastered & primed,
And now the walls were ready to be painted & re-designed.
We saw it as culmination of our entire plan.
The painter stroked the walls with a color dripped brush like magicians wand.
But alas it was no miraculous stroke to transform the rooms in one flick,
It took 2 to 3 coats of paint and not a mere lick.
By the time it was halfway done,
We had lost all the sense of fun.
We were enjoying the process no more,
Wanted our house back to find relief from, this bore.
Still we persisted & forbore.
O, to this sad saga there is more.
Once the painting and superficial cleaning was done, the workers left;
I & my family took a heartfelt deep breath!!!
But the war was not over yet.
We were still to collect our dead.
What I allude to is that cleaning & throwing the waste,
Setting up the place to its, previously spic-n-span state.
It seems this was decreed to be a woman’s job,
The heavy lifting & moving of furniture would be done by dad & bro.
But the mantle of major cleaning fell on my shoulders.
I squared my shoulder & lifted my chin; accepted this challenge with a grumpy grin.
Enrolled my maid in this battle against dust & grim.
Geared up, ourselves we did,
Broom, mops, rags & cleaners we picked.
After two days of backbreaking work,
We finally declared the house clean-n-perk.
Post settling in this renovated space we decided to forge ahead,
Now it was the turn of draperies & upholstery.
Searching matching curtains & cushion cover was a new mystery.
Upholstering sofa, buying wall-hanging & lampshade.
We had nice time at this shopping craze.
But now Dad put his foot down,
He glowered at us with a dark frown.
Said he, we were over the limit of sanctioned finance.
To this we replied, it all would to our house’s beauty enhance.
Though realizing our mistake we did back pace.
Finally we were done with all that we had craved,
Though, the hardship of the process is in our memories engraved.
True this whole process was sometimes torture, oft-times fun.
But if someone mentions again the word renovate.
I swear I would all the torture loudly enumerate.
So this is my advice to all those who plan to get adventurous,
Renovating an empty house is much more-easy,
For, you don’t have to share space with dirt that would drive you crazy.
On this counsel I end my tale,
Renovating home is no fairy-tale!!!
Giving something a second breath of life,