Moving Out II

It is quite conceivable that the last Fillet has been making some of you think I’m a smarmy git who has no right to be so cheerful when you yourselves are wallowing in depression, angst, and misery.

We could go into why you lot have no right to be wallowing in depression, angst and misery considering your circumstances are so much better than mine, but we won’t. I’ll just say that I have a perfect right to be cheerful, because fate, my guardian angel, or a ‘divinity that oversees the affairs of men’ has been working overtime in my behalf.

A couple of weeks ago, the Supreme Court settled the legal status of Sainik Farms once and for all. Sainik Farms was originally allotted to retired defence personnel to actually set up farms in. Thus, all the land is to be turned over to people who actually fall in that category in the next year, otherwise it’ll be confiscated, the construction will be razed down, and you’ll be kicked out.

This is rather hard luck on the people who already live there, but I’m sure they’ll adjust. The important point is- we are not moving out. Whee!

Since then, we have swung around again to the original plan, which was to reconstruct the original house. For the past two weeks we have been looking at and rejecting various plans (architects’ plans, not projects), and today we finally settled on a Final Grand Plan, the details of which shall follow soon.

So the house is going to be broken down, and we’ll have to find alternative accommodation for about four months. Not just for ourselves- we’ll adjust as we always do- but also for our vast collection of books, who shall need temporary homes for the time being. Anybody interested in taking them in?

I hate to disappoint Ishaan once again, but the reconstruction will not involve explosives in any way. But I’m sure that in about a year, there’ll be enough of those at Sainik Farms.

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