Moving day#2
So 8am...everyones up...and i m just about falling asleep so ill skip to 10 15.
My friend wants to know what happened with Terry o brien..and i say i haven’t called yet its too early..and then i realise how silly i can be...so i finally call him....and i get a voicemail.
Oooooh i realised ...hez leaving for somewhere, thats what the girl in the email said!!!
I leave a message....”hello , my names Tianna, and i heard that you’ve found my passport(i hate leaving voice messages!!!i never sound professional or even nice!!)it;d be nice if you could get back to me asap.thanks” hangs up.
Mom: “did you call that man?”
Me:”yup...got his voicemail”
Sum: “ did you leave your number?”
My Number??ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.TING!!
Me:” we need to check the Green folder first”
Drive over to my place(yay i can call it that!!!)to meet Pat, my landlady, who’s cheeriness makes me forget about my passport and the green folder and we look around the house and maybe it was Pat and her lovliness or landlady skills but my room seemed perfect again and there wasn’t any grudge possibilities..shhh there isn’t!!!!!
W e sat around getting the “feel” of the place and then dad comes to the sitting area and says”
“i cant find the green folder”
SILENCE
OUTBURSTS
DENIAL
Confusion
And in my case utter disbelief!!! I mean 3 things in 3 days and not just ordinary things...something i love, something i neeed and something that defines me as a student !! so ilaugh....inside of course cause i wouldn’t dare laugh in front of tensed parents...I swear iwould have taken my phone and called people just to laugh right about then because i just couldn’t believe how backward my not so long ago serendipity was turning!!!
So theres panic, with pat my mom dad me and sumi was still trying to be calm.we searched hysterically for a while ,called auntie to check her car, considered possibilities again and then igave up internally.If there was one thing i could change about moving day 2 though, is the stress it caused mom n dad ,specially dad who was blaming himself...Guess its a parent thing to do though .
So we tried to distract ourselves by going off to find this Guajarati chat place we’d been meaning to eat at for a while, to find that it was shut.(by now i had no reaction to misfortune).Determined as we always are when it comes to food...we went to another suburb to find a brach of the same place...and it wass opennnn!!!
After the cutie(well i don’t think he was that cute but it felt good to be in a gujju place with gujju people and gujju {never thought i would say that one day }food so he automatically became likable,sweet boy)took down our orders and we relished our dishes and i relishes everyone elses dishes also we left for home to cross out the final possibility that the green folder was still at home.
Now you might think this is where we slap our foreheads and go how silllly we were ,it was here all along!!!
NOPE...no green folder
.I get online and email her(the woman who emailed me)and tell her the updated version of the day.there weren’t any updates actually.So i cancel the email.
I stare at the source of the email
UNIVERSITY OF SYDNEY.....im in Melbourne...i wass in Sydney...but idont study there...i was jsut enrolled there.so Mr O BRIEN...was walking along the road, and he sees this passport , hands it over to the police and they google my name or something i don’t know, and find im enrolled at UNISYD so they tell those people and they email me. VOILA..nothing i hadn’t thought of since yesterday...so my passport is safe.
Green folder....hmmm....ill have to live with it....how will i find a job...whats the point of an Australian education when i have no proff of former education to back me up....why ami wasting so much money....i should go back....without a passport??oh but thats safe....i should tell my friend to pcik it up soon so i relieve everyone of some stress...my not so great marksheets,my....oh idont even kjnow what was in that file but daddy always said it had EVERYTHINg....so my EVERYTHING.....omg....
Mom walks in.
“you know whhats!!!?” yea she said whats because she watched soem silly hindi movie and has got one ofthe characters strange plural language stuck in her head since.So yeah all excitedely shez standin there’re waiting for my usual”what??” andim staring back wondering
“is this the same person who just gave me a sounding on how i need to change and a lecture on something half an hour ago?” but then again its mom.
“what???”i ask, not interested....why would i be...my whole life is ruined!!!(someone called me melodramatic once , drama makes life a little more....hmmm..dramatic?)
“ i remember.....looking at your passport”Mom continues.
Me:”erm...so? i looked at it too”
Mom: “nooooooo,few days ago...Oh thank you god for refreshing my memory”
Me:”are usure:S...you could be wrong...do you want to thank God afterwards?”
Mom:”NO!i looked at it ,your old one and new one, looked at ur face, you nose, eyes ,you’r red top, you must have been only 10...”
Ok i softened a little....she was obviously feeling something maternal the day she was looking at it...oh....maternal.....mothers seem to forget logic when they get that way...this oculd be wrong information to solving the missing folder!
Me: ma, that was before i went to Sydney im sure
Mom:NOO CHILD, i know...omg, thank God i remembered. Eloy....i know what happened”
Dad was too upset to believe that Mum knew what had really happened,but mom went on with conviction
“SEE,the boot of the car was open yesterday,so the file fell out....
Me:” couldn’t have....”
Mom: “...it fell....someone found it here in elwood and called the university”
Me: “ but no one called the uni:S”
Mom” im talkin about the folderrr and the passport which was IN the folder
Me: but he found it in Sydney
Mom” no its here in elwood
ELWOOD...EARLWOOD....omg....it made sense....accents are strong here as it is..Miss unisyd obviously heard it wrong....
Me” no ya how could it be”(i dint know why iwas still disagreeing but i think its natural for me to say that even though sometimes i do believe what shez sayin andi think she knows that so its ok”
Mom:”im telling you!!he found all of it....saw your passport and your’e offer letter..called the uni and they emailed you..Iknow it!this is what happened. God is great...oh my god this is a miracle.”
She looked so sure...so happy and so relaxed that we believed it too
So i call mr Angel O Brien. He answers.
Mr Angel: “Terry o brien!!”
Me: “ HI! This is tianna. I got this email yesterday saying that you’ve got my passport.and OMG THANK YOU but is there any other stuff with it......???
I said this really fast i thought id have to repeat...We Indians talk really fast as it is!
Mr angel: yeah its got a whole bunch of other papers with it
ME: “omg omg omg...thank you so muchhhhhhhhhh!!!
Mr o brien(mr angel seems little lame after a while) :”No prob. I know whatits liek to lose stuff”
Me”( giggles uncertainly.....cosi don’t know what he really meant..could have been deeper than just losing material stuff...but hez married and all i mean he sounds happy)
Mr o brien: so where are you?
Me: In Melbourne , at elwood
Mr O Brien: oh that explains where i found it
Me: yea so iwas on my way to another place moving my stuff and it fell out of the boot of the car and omggg thank you so much!!
Mr o brien the explained how he informed the university and left it at a policed station.
Me: oh!!!thank you!(i know i said it too nmuch but iwas thankful really!!)
Mr o brien: im on holiday at the goldcoast actually you can just go pick it up from the police station
Me: ohhh ill do that....yea thanks...i will do that now
Him( his names long):don’t lose it again!!!
Me: ohh no i wontttt(laughs strangely)
Him : okay buhbye
Me: enjoy your holidayyyyyy...thank you again...byeee!
Moral...my mother is not always wrong....OK FINE ILL SAY IT THIS ONE TIME...SHE’Z RIGHT
So i go to Victoria police for the first time and hopefully the last time(not that it was a bad experience or anything and the officer was nice too) and i collected my lovely not exceptionally pretty looking folder all wrapped up in plastic..my passport pictgure staring up at me through the unclear plastic sheet...i sign some stuff and i see mr o briens address on top and his signature and i smile...i also smile cause daddy looks SO relieved and i smile again thankful that sum drove us there and grateful that she’z around.so much niceness and all it took was the green folder.Then i had a momentary confusion of how to look at mom after all this..but that went ok too cos everyone was smiling again and watching music and lyrics, Which is about a writer so i think of me and well it has hugh grant ...hmmmmm;) but thats a long story so ill skip it...
So things to do list
1. Write story on the lost and found and try and use it for assignment also to save effort:P
2. READ STUPID STUDY MATERIAL cos im here to study...lets not forget
3. Telll people cause it so interestinggg,no?
4. Cry little...cause it was all so overwhelming...but this is that happy tears thing so its ok to tell.
5. Update resume....for jobs!!!which i need now that i have to do all the things i need to do here
6. Omg so muchhhh ill have to make a better list
CANNED list 1.
Well all i know is mr o brien is going to be smiling soon(i mean he probably already is smiling to his wife on the goldcoast) reading a letter that has been carefully drafted to sound thankful(not that he doesn’t knowi am thankful with all that thanking) yet not exceptionally sweet .Because even though in some places its not uncommon to be honest or help someone out but because Mr angel brought back my diminishing faith in goodness of this world and gave me a good reason to feel secure in my new life which starts......tomorrow!!!:D
Moving day# 3
It hasn’t happened yet.....!!!!:D:D:D
Monday, March 15, 2010
Lost in transit
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Moving day # 1:
Yayness!! After a month long holiday, this was finally the day I’d imagined ever since i got here. Well not really cos Moving day# 3 is the day id been imagining and it hasn’t really happened yet but this was the beginning of it anyway! There was this funny tugging feeling too, never got to wondering what that could be really ‘because there was so much to think about. You’d think that after 4 different destinations I would have learnt a wee bit of packing skills/techniques or anything related but I guess I am what I’d conveniently call a selective learner, also referred to as a lazy last minute person.HMM so enough self deprecating made up terminology.
So i sat glued to my laptop telling the world how i was moving out while actually not doing too much to help the process ,while my parents entertained Aunty who was keen on escorting me to me new homeJ and also stuffed in my last few belongings.
So super huge suitcase#1...Check!! Super huge suitcase#2...Checkk!!(how am i going to get that stuff back to India....definitely unchecked but again we’ll get to that someday!:P) Grey/green file with important papers ....Check...daddys been so careful with it for almost 6 months now......, Small trolley bag ...checkkkk! Purple stole that i lost yesterday while i was being stupidly pensive and running to class at the same time...MISSINGLHandbags with everything can fit in....not checked but im sure i managed to get it all in there!! So it didn’t matter if i got anything left out. Id survive Anyway.
So my beautiful moving day began and we set off to buy me my first step of independent groceries after our little stop to close the super stuffed boot which we daddy suddenly realises was open ...minor mistake...but then again what’s life without little bits of forgetfulness: P it’s a life full of responsibility ...that’s what it is...that’s something I’m here to learn anyway.
Im getting way off the subject so ill skip the rest of the afternoon.Towards evening we were settling me in.Iwas super excited to show my parents the lovely outcome of my search for the perfect house!
Mom enters my room...”oh...”She says...”OH?”i repeat?.What does OH mean when it comes from someone who has an opinion about everything that my life revolves around...Oh...oh wow?oh erm where have you brought me.... oh...just oh....what!!!!!!
“Arent’ u going to be scared at night, because your windows face the road???”
Now i will motherJ .
Dad enters.”How come you didn’t go for any of the bigger rooms?”
Me: “Im trying to be a little smarter with money “ (i say seriously but he ‘z still smiling, i don’t get the joke obviously)
Daddy: TSK tsk....i think...you should go for the bigger room baba, more space
Mom:”what does she need more space for,tsk tsk don’t be silly darling”
Me:” its decided....dont you see my smartness in choosing this room!”(clearly they didn’t)
Auntie: i think this room is lovelyyy, so much sunshine”
Dad: i think the bigger room is nicer
Mom: Hmmm yaa....actually...the bigger room faces the backyard and it has a better view and no one can see you from the road...and there IS more space but you will start throwing your clothes and shoes around and you might wan to go to the loo at the other end of the house in the night and ,no no don’t want.......”
Me: “So ???to keep or not to keep?”
Mom: “You decide”
Me” YOU’’ DECIDE!!!”( it was wierd those 2 words, iwasnt too used to hearing them you know)
Dad” no baba, you decide, if you’e ok with this room its okay, no problem”
Now you should know this was said in the way you’d probably say, yayyy chocolate avalanche with chocolate cake and icecream and brownies, but if you want to give me a peanut ,okay...
So final verdict,which im proud to say i came up with. “Let’s wait for the landlady to get here and she can help us decide.she’z a very sweet lady you know”
Well that didn’t happen. We went back home and had guests for a dinner we’d prepared only just then.
12:15 am (still counting it as day 1)
Aunty and uncle leave. I run to the laptop to check if anyone had decided to post comments on my excitement about moving. 2 mins of replying and scanning my email for “names that make me smile “later i see this name that made me smile, not because of some sweet,pointless or debatable comment that she had left but because she was a stranger who seemed to know something about me.
Dear Tianna, (it read)
Blah blah blah(i didint really read it properly the first time) MAN named Terry o brien(hey i heard bout this dude in class 2 days ago!!! So wierd) claims to have found your passport.(huh?reads again....WHATTTT!!!)in EARLWOOD(where in Gods name is that!!!)
Blah blah blah.....please feel free to call me if you have any more quieries...blabh blah...phone numbers ...
Regards.
“DADDY., didi need my passport..to get here??”
“No...you just needed your ticket ..why what happened”
Whole family in the room....
Itell them what happened.EVERYONES TALKING together....except Sum, who(God bless her patience) was trying to calm the 3 of us down!
Me: “BUT HOWWWWWWW COULD IT BE POSSIBLE...IHADDD IT WITH ME WHEN I SAID...(ok i don’t wanna tell them that do i?)
Mom:”Everything happens for a reason child...but who is this person...she said to be careful...my god”
DAD:”huh???? What nonsense...its a prank..some friend,...youngsters....
Me:NOOOOOO...its not any friend UGHHHH!!!!!!”
Sum: ok lets not panic till we know for sure..hez left a number. call him “
No one seems to hear
Sum: ok don’t get stressed....we’ll call him tomoro
More assumptions from us.
Sum: “goodnight,im goin to bed ” she sighed, obviously given up by now.
Dad:”its definitely in the grey green folder i made with all her documents” oblivious to the number of people that remained in the room.
Mom:” where is it?”
Me” in my new house i think”
Mom” uh oh...so we’ll see tomoro...everythin happens for a reason..there must be something in this...for u to learn...maybe to be more responsible”(how subtle, no? Hehe)
Dad n me have no idea who she indicated this to so we both frowned.
.....
I start planning how ill ask my friend to pick it up from Sydney,while still panicking...Its my passport!!i mean,anyhting could happen to me...
can it be dangerous daddy”
“No baba”
Ok so nothing could happen...but i still find it strange...whats the big deal about a passport then?ugh ! so i started wondering how my dreams would turn out that night i mean with lost purple stole’s and new houses with the grudge staying in it(what!!! now im scared and no one can take that away from me...)passport found by hot men., ok the hot bit was obviously a fantasy but its a dream after all i mean there was a chance that my sub conscious mind would pick up the HOT bit of it.. so i tried to sleep.....but obviously the excitement of the lost and found passport that never left my bag wasn’t going to let me....so i started writing this story instead...but back then i really didn’t know the ending.
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