‘We are on the transfer list”, said Pa and both Mum and me had a look of ‘not again’ on or faces. Its been 10 years since we moved to Rajahmundry but transfers are such a pain. Just when you think you have settled down , made some good friends , know the best places to shop at , have learnt a new langauge the ordeal of packing all of it up and redoing it is a harsh reality I am used to but still find hard to accept. This time its going to be Mumbai (my parents love this place) or Gujarat (well I love dhokla !!) .
The fact that I spent most of my teenage life in Andhra Pradesh has ensured me of some wonderful memories and it will be difficult not to have the same kind of fun – firstly , because of a new environment and more importantly because I am no longer a teenager.Most of my friends think it should not really affect me because I anyways stay in a hostel but it does bother me.I cant frequently visit my house – that too without any worries about reservations and timings. Yet, the idea of going to a new place has brought about lot of enthusiasm in the house. This semester break when I went home , this whole transfer thing was the talking point.
The fact that most of the guests do not have kids of my age makes me stick out like a sore thumb.My dad and his friends keep talking about the company heads in Gujarat , competition from other companies and laugh about some kind of technical stuff that makes me feel like a kindergarten student. My mum and her friends have a serious discussion about how difficult it is to pack and unpack , the damages that occur to the goods and the very next second brighten up their talk by talking about the zillions of varieties of sarees and jewelery available at the new place. I cannot find adjectives to describe how frustrated I feel amidst all this. This is one time I feel like going to a new place will be great fun.
Though the transfer is still some time away I had to write about it because its such a confusing period for my parents as well. They do not know whether to be happy that its a new place or be sad that they are leaving behind a place which has been second home. Whatever happens I am happy as long as I am not asked to help in the packing!