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]]> By: Sleisha Cuppax Fundaes (w)Only » Blog Archive » Men of Iron http://www.anitabora.com/blog/2007/01/18/my-least-favourite-household-chore-is/comment-page-1/#comment-359083 Sleisha Cuppax Fundaes (w)Only » Blog Archive » Men of Iron Sat, 18 Aug 2007 15:32:47 +0000 http://www.anitabora.com/blog/?p=440#comment-359083 [...] A while ago, Arnab forwarded me the link to this Anita Bora blogpost where she cribs about how much she hates ironing. [...] […] A while ago, Arnab forwarded me the link to this Anita Bora blogpost where she cribs about how much she hates ironing. […]

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]]> By: Suman http://www.anitabora.com/blog/2007/01/18/my-least-favourite-household-chore-is/comment-page-1/#comment-164951 Suman Tue, 06 Feb 2007 07:45:23 +0000 http://www.anitabora.com/blog/?p=440#comment-164951 lol @ Arnab! Bro why don't you come to Bangalore? lol @ Arnab! Bro why don’t you come to Bangalore?

]]> By: கில்லி - Gilli » Household chores and Ironing - Anita http://www.anitabora.com/blog/2007/01/18/my-least-favourite-household-chore-is/comment-page-1/#comment-159724 கில்லி - Gilli » Household chores and Ironing - Anita Thu, 25 Jan 2007 23:56:49 +0000 http://www.anitabora.com/blog/?p=440#comment-159724 [...] ஹ்ம்ம்ம்ம் இஸ்திரி வண்டிக்காரரு அப்ப அப்ப எங்க ஏரியா பக்கம் வந்துட்டு போனாருனா எவ்வளவு நல்லா இருக்கும். That was around when my hate affair with the iron began. And it hasn’t waned over the years. It has only gathered steam, I must admit. I’ve tried getting myself those devices where you can control almost everything but inevitably I land up burning myself on some part of my body or another. And getting none of my clothes ironed   [...] […] ஹ்ம்ம்ம்ம் இஸ்திரி வண்டிக்காரரு அப்ப அப்ப எங்க ஏரியா பக்கம் வந்துட்டு போனாருனா எவ்வளவு நல்லா இருக்கும். That was around when my hate affair with the iron began. And it hasn’t waned over the years. It has only gathered steam, I must admit. I’ve tried getting myself those devices where you can control almost everything but inevitably I land up burning myself on some part of my body or another. And getting none of my clothes ironed   […]

]]> By: Trisha Parks http://www.anitabora.com/blog/2007/01/18/my-least-favourite-household-chore-is/comment-page-1/#comment-159572 Trisha Parks Thu, 25 Jan 2007 10:22:21 +0000 http://www.anitabora.com/blog/?p=440#comment-159572 Wow cool, tip. "Out of the dryer, and put them on hanger".. I'll try this one.. Wow cool, tip. “Out of the dryer, and put them on hanger”..

I’ll try this one..

]]> By: Arnab http://www.anitabora.com/blog/2007/01/18/my-least-favourite-household-chore-is/comment-page-1/#comment-159439 Arnab Wed, 24 Jan 2007 23:36:08 +0000 http://www.anitabora.com/blog/?p=440#comment-159439 Hmm, this reminds me of my childhood days as well. The incident occurred one fine day in Kolkata, when I was in Class Six. Being the ill-treated only child of working parents, I returned from school, tired and hungry; dumping my school bag and water bottle on the dining table, and running towards the fridge to see what the neighbors had left for my lunch. A few leftover morsels of Aloo Tikka later, I set upon getting done with my daily tasks for the day. You see, being the only child in the family, household chores were almost completely my responsibility. And today was Wednesday, which means the clothes must have dried by now(oh that awfully humid Kolkata weather!). Bringing back the large Saris and Dhotis from the terrace, I set up the ironing table(which was actually a decrepit study table belonging to the "angrez saahab" my great grandfather used to work for; a family heirloom I was entitled to once I turned eighteen. Puffing bellows of air into the coal iron, I waited for the temperature to rise, and began changing in to my Khaadi attire. It was a sacred moment. As I looked into the mirror, straightening my Gandhi Topi, I noticed the coal iron glowing red, much like the sunset-lit sky visible from the window behind me, and the sickle-starred flag I bore in my hands. Walking out of my house on to the streets, I joined my friends, other single-child slaves in the area. We were not afraid: our school had taught us well. We had learnt that it wasnt worth it; the timing was right, and that this was our moment, we could not lose steam. My mother approached, terrified at the flags and the procession outside our suburban Calcutta house. "What betun, what is going on? Dont you know I'm tired? Go get my tea!" "No more mom, not any more" "Why, pray?" "We learnt this in school today... no more terrorism, our revolution is here to stay... CHOLBE NAA CHOLBE NAA!!!" "But... I dont understand, son! What could you have learnt in school that could have led to this!" Defiant, I swayed my flag about, raising my head high, without fear, screaming out today's lesson: "***STRIKE*** WHILE THE IRON IS HOT!" ---- Yours truly will be touring the country all of February. Would like to meet up if you're in Delhi, Mumbai or Kolkata. Hmm, this reminds me of my childhood days as well. The incident occurred one fine day in Kolkata, when I was in Class Six. Being the ill-treated only child of working parents, I returned from school, tired and hungry; dumping my school bag and water bottle on the dining table, and running towards the fridge to see what the neighbors had left for my lunch.

A few leftover morsels of Aloo Tikka later, I set upon getting done with my daily tasks for the day. You see, being the only child in the family, household chores were almost completely my responsibility. And today was Wednesday, which means the clothes must have dried by now(oh that awfully humid Kolkata weather!).

Bringing back the large Saris and Dhotis from the terrace, I set up the ironing table(which was actually a decrepit study table belonging to the “angrez saahab” my great grandfather used to work for; a family heirloom I was entitled to once I turned eighteen. Puffing bellows of air into the coal iron, I waited for the temperature to rise, and began changing in to my Khaadi attire.

It was a sacred moment. As I looked into the mirror, straightening my Gandhi Topi, I noticed the coal iron glowing red, much like the sunset-lit sky visible from the window behind me, and the sickle-starred flag I bore in my hands.

Walking out of my house on to the streets, I joined my friends, other single-child slaves in the area. We were not afraid: our school had taught us well. We had learnt that it wasnt worth it; the timing was right, and that this was our moment, we could not lose steam.

My mother approached, terrified at the flags and the procession outside our suburban Calcutta house.

“What betun, what is going on? Dont you know I’m tired? Go get my tea!”

“No more mom, not any more”

“Why, pray?”

“We learnt this in school today… no more terrorism, our revolution is here to stay… CHOLBE NAA CHOLBE NAA!!!”

“But… I dont understand, son! What could you have learnt in school that could have led to this!”

Defiant, I swayed my flag about, raising my head high, without fear, screaming out today’s lesson:

“***STRIKE*** WHILE THE IRON IS HOT!”

—-

Yours truly will be touring the country all of February. Would like to meet up if you’re in Delhi, Mumbai or Kolkata.

]]> By: Anita http://www.anitabora.com/blog/2007/01/18/my-least-favourite-household-chore-is/comment-page-1/#comment-159221 Anita Wed, 24 Jan 2007 06:26:11 +0000 http://www.anitabora.com/blog/?p=440#comment-159221 @ anita: tie, shirt, skirt, shoes, socks :) @ simba: thank god! I would have overheaded :) @ usha: very true, madam :) @ kavitha: it's totally crazy, but true! @ santm: heaven sent!! @ viewer: glad to hear that!! @ vikram: can get away with that sometimes, but not for all clothes! @ anita: tie, shirt, skirt, shoes, socks :)

@ simba: thank god! I would have overheaded :)

@ usha: very true, madam :)

@ kavitha: it’s totally crazy, but true!

@ santm: heaven sent!!

@ viewer: glad to hear that!!

@ vikram: can get away with that sometimes, but not for all clothes!

]]> By: Vikram http://www.anitabora.com/blog/2007/01/18/my-least-favourite-household-chore-is/comment-page-1/#comment-158772 Vikram Mon, 22 Jan 2007 23:05:26 +0000 http://www.anitabora.com/blog/?p=440#comment-158772 lol. i have the same affectinate relation with ironing. so all i do is get my clothes out of the dryer, and put them on hager. they are good as ironed in two days:). believe me, it works!! lol. i have the same affectinate relation with ironing. so all i do is get my clothes out of the dryer, and put them on hager. they are good as ironed in two days:). believe me, it works!!

]]> By: Viewer http://www.anitabora.com/blog/2007/01/18/my-least-favourite-household-chore-is/comment-page-1/#comment-158669 Viewer Mon, 22 Jan 2007 05:36:37 +0000 http://www.anitabora.com/blog/?p=440#comment-158669 Wow ... wht a coincidence!! I too hate iroining to the core... And yeah the isthiriwala is a god sent for me :) Wow … wht a coincidence!! I too hate iroining to the core… And yeah the isthiriwala is a god sent for me :)

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