A Day in the Llife of a Suitcase!
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Hi! I am Kamiliant
of the American Tourister family, before I got adopted that is! I am a
beautiful purple with a trendy white design (which I am honestly not too proud
of) and soft bodied. Now, don’t catch me blushing! I have been with my new
family for over a year and the way I was subjected to travel within days of
being adopted, overseas that too and ten countries (are they nuts?) had me
excited and later a bit dizzy. I was sure that my life was going to be an
endless series of travel (well, I have been made for just that, I guess) by
air, by road and by sea. I haven’t experienced train travel yet but it can’t be
worse than that roller coaster ride which I absolutely hate- in case you are
wondering, I mean the conveyor belt at the airport! They have no respect for
the likes of us, believe me.
After that huge
vacation where I was wondering whether I’d get some rest and I did crib to the
others of my tribe all over Europe, we got back and I was emptied (what a
relief), cleaned and stashed away. After a lull of ten months (I began
suspecting that my family could understand our suitcase language and had heard
my cribs) I was taken out for a number of local shuttles by car and I gathered
only later that my family was relocating and into a new home! I liked my new
resting place but I began to feel restless. I needed the travel. Had they been
travelling without taking me? I didn’t like the idea. I began praying hard that
they hadn’t done away with my services and that I was still dear to them. My
prayers were soon answered.
On the third of
June, I was taken down from my resting place along with my mates and laid out
on the bed. From the last two experiences I knew that if Mom took time to pack
me up, we’d be going for a vacation and if she just stuffed me up in a hurry,
it was just some local move. I waited patiently and she took her time placing stuff
inside me and from the little pouches that she stuck in here and there that
made me giggle, for they tickled me no end, I knew that we were going for the
much needed holiday! Yippee! I was still in good graces, after all.
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I guessed it was
not a very long trip, for Ma, packed me up within two days and we were good to
go. She also let me breathe rather freely this time. We stopped at New Delhi
and ugh! Those guys really mishandle you. They throw you in and out of vehicles
and it really hurts but I was dreading the roller coaster and felt queasy as
the little vehicle stopped and my fellow travel bags were being pulled out. I
knew that it was a matter of time when I’d be pulled out unceremoniously and
dropped on to the conveyor belt. It happened and I hoped I wouldn’t split open
and vomit out the clothes. Luckily, my will power kept me going. And then I saw
it coming! The final drop on to the conveyor belt from a height which might
seem slight to the human eye but Boy! It hurts and how! And if that wasn’t
enough, my butt got stuck on one side and so I couldn’t fall when expected and
so the suitcases behind me came crashing onto me mercilessly till my butt was
rudely dislodged and I fell with a thud onto the belt. I was licking my wounds
when a few grubby hands turned me over to check whether I was theirs. How
disgusting! It is like groping someone and saying “oops! I’m sorry I thought
you were my girl!” Well, considering that women have still not won their
battles, I doubt suitcases will be heard, so I’ll let that pass. Well, soon
enough my brother reached for me and got me off. While he is better than all
the guys that handled me en route, he still likes to use me to advertise his
muscle power and that jerks my spine occasionally. Pa, on the other hand is a
bit gentler.
We were to stay a
night in Delhi and then head for Leh for almost a week before getting back to
Delhi, I overhead Ma and Pa talking. They were leaving one bag behind as there
were weight restrictions they said. I was repacked and felt much lighter but I began
to smell like Baba Ramdev because of a certain Ayurvedic oil that leaked out
and I could hear Ma getting hysterical about smelling like him since all her
clothes smelt like me! The smell was rather pungent I admit. Poor Ma! If only
she knew that while emptying me out, she let one bottle of moisturizer escape
her notice. She was going to be in grief when that leaked out although being
meticulous enough she had it in a zip lock! The moisturizer was Japanese
Blossom though and would be pleasant enough for me. Talking of smells, these
are all okay. I hate the bag which has used clothes that will replace the good
ones after half the stay. Ugh! I suffocate with some of those! I am not saying
anymore lest I am made to forgo the trip. I am quite looking forward to it
except the roller coaster of course!
Ah...the travails of the much travelled suitcase ...
ReplyDeleteEnviously,
Your partner in woe...The suitcase gathering dust under the bed ...
housing mom's party saris , all packed up and nowhere to go ... How cruel is she, every few weeks ,the woman pulls me out ,dusts me off , gives me false hope...And leaves me empty-ier by a few more saris , pushed back to gather some more dustballs....
Mini's blue Elanza :(
:D Kamiliant sends her best wishes to Elanza and tells her that it's just a matter of time...she is in good graces since she is dusted and has her Mom's favourite sarees...the travel bug is bound to bite Mom soon ;)
DeleteLove the personified write-up. Triggers me to plan a trip!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Dear RR :) Do that and come right here!! ;)
DeleteIt's the best personification that I have read in some years and icing on the cake is that it's hilarious too. Waiting for the next blog now, eagerly
ReplyDeleteHey Anvita!! Thank you Dearie...you make my day :)
DeleteIf only all the inanimate objects in our life could talk! The takes they could spin.. Hahaha.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to hear more about Leh.. Your blog took me back to my childhood days! The simplicity of the autobiographies we used to write in school.. Now-a-days, it's the more fancy shmancy creative writing..
Must say.. I had never before paused to ponder at travels from the perspective of a suitcase!
Let the keyboards clang soon for the next...
If only! Too many interruptions lately...let's see when the keyboards clang :D
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