Posts Tagged ‘cleaning’

The Community Laundry System, 190614

June 24, 2014

Since PC told me there was a free community washing and drying area, I’d asked him to book it for a date after I’d arrive, and show me how to do it; I could then do the laundry in my free time as long as I was visiting (my standard operating procedure whenever I sponge off someone for any length of time.)

I was very impressed by the system, and its checks and balances.

Every member of the community is given a lock bearing his/her flat name and number, with a set of 2 keys that will open that lock only.

The door to the community washroom is a master that can be opened by the house keys of each
resident.

Here is the laundry date-and-time “locking” grid, inside the community wash area:

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The horizontal rows are the time slots, 6 am to 11 am, and 11am to 4pm, and the last two rows are the “parking” for the locks. the vertical columns are the days of the week.

There are two wash/dry rooms: T1 and T2. Depending on what one wants, and what is free, one can “lock” one of the slots on the grid. On that day, at that time slot, the wash/dry room that you have selected is yours for the entire 5 hours. (Five hours? Yes, there is a reason for this. Several loads are sometimes washed and dried, and so one has the exclusive use of the room for this extended period of time.)

There are two washing machines, and an electric dryer as well as a “blow” dryer…a “hot cupboard” in which clothes can be hung on a washline and have hot air blown through them. When we used the washing facilities, the electric drier did not work, and while I was waiting for the superintendent to send someone (it would only be after 9am and we had the slot from 6 am!), I hung some clothes on the aluminium poles and switched on the dryer cupboard,and it worked marvellously (and without the creases that tumbling in a hot air dryer produces.)

Washing may take a minimum of half an hour, and drying takes a minimum of two hours.During this process, one can put one’s own “laundry” lock over the room lock, and go home; no one else can them open the room. One can use the iron board or the roller press, too.

When one is done with the whole process, one comes out, and takes one’s lock home, along with the finished laundry, or uses it to “lock” another slot on the grid at a later, convenient time.

I do not know what happens if the 6 am to 11 am person is late getting out of the washing/drying room or coming to unlock it….does the next user come and wait impatiently? I hope there is a leeway for a few minutes! (Because of our problem with the dryer, our loads overshot the time, but I was there a few minutes before 11am, and requested the next user to allow me to use the dryer, which he did.)

I also do not know what happens if someone “locks” a certain slot but does not use it.

But all in all, it seems like a well-planned, organized way of ensuring both enough time for washing, drying, and ironing, and prevention of pilferage during the process!

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Talking of s&%t

November 10, 2011

Seems strange to be posting after a few days’ gap…I usually make it part of my daily routine to post something to my blog. It sort of clarifies my thoughts, let me share my experiences, and is also good discipline for a champion procrastinator.

But over the past few days, the insomnia and the sense of tension and anxiety had come to a point where they were causing major and minor issues…I’d started forgetting more things than are good for me (beyond what is “normal”). so I decided I needed a little time off. Of course, I’d also gone for the regular nature outing on Sunday ..but instead of coming back and getting on the laptop, I spent just 10 minutes online and sat around listening to music, reading a book…the fact that my laptop has been acting up, and I could hardly use it, made things easier, as did the fact that I am getting more and more spam comments from my old posts every day.

But now I am feeling better, and my laptop is also, obviously feeling better ( because Chandan has fixed whatever the problem was…thank you!)… so before I start talking about my garbage trip yesterday (yes, I typed that right!)…here’s one of the very beautiful things one often finds on garbage:

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As with so much else, even s$^t is what one makes of it. In Nature, faeces are not something “dirty”…but actually a fertile place for many life forms to draw sustenance from, both in its freshly-produced and decomposing state. The fly sitting on a pile of ordure may either be viewed as a threat…a carrier of disease…or as an interesting natural phenomenon. As the fecal matter dries or decomposes, very often, beautiful mushrooms grow out of it. Fecal matter, to the scientist or an avid wildlife tracker, can be messages…it says what the animal was, when it passed by that way, what it ate…to the pathologist, too, it tells the story of the problems that the patient is suffering from, and helps the doctor diagnose and treat the sufferer.

Of course, fecal matter is a breeding ground for several bacteria harmful to humanity. and this is one of the reasons it is abhorred from the minute it leaves our bodies. But I have learnt to see it as something not disgusting and unclean alone, but sometimes, as a natural material, in the form of fertiliser, something that helps life to grow.

Don’t ask me why I am having such shitty thoughts…just happened! I’ll try and catch up with friends’ posts, but may not comment on everything….

How to market something

October 13, 2008

There was a time when we could just go and buy a “jhAdoo” (grass broom), paying some piddly amount. But no longer. Buying brooms is practically a hypermarket experience now. And to inviegle the buyer, let’s see how brooms are marketed:

First, of course, the all-important BRANDING. Nothing will be sold except if it is a brand, never mind that the brand is even funnier than the product:

I love thinking about the artist who designed that lovely pic of a houseproud monkey holding a broom!

Then, of course, come the CLAIMS. This is not any old brand, dear customer, it is….

(They know perfectly well,you have NO way of verifying that claim. And if challenged, they would add, “On Alternate Saturdays When the Wind Is From The North” or something like that.)

Then, of course, make it MODERN and CONTEMPORARY. Any claim such as the one following will do:

The FEATURES of every product must be enumerated as attractively as possible:

“Tall Garo Hills grass” brings images of the North East and almond-eyed tribal women beating the grass (er, until you look back at that squatting monkey). Did you know grass could be flexible and long-lasting? Next time someone tells you, “All flesh is as grass,” disagree with them. Tell them about Garo Hills grass (and don’t smoke it.)

DON’T miss the “perfumed and thick virgin plastic handle”. A perfumed broom handle? Wotonerth?? ( what are thick virgins, I wonder….)

And I have NO clue where this tamperproof laminate which retains moisture and enhances durability is….is that the cover of the broom (which you are going to throw away) that they are talking about? If so, what an innovative way of describing plastic!

And lastly (but not leastly)….give some DIRECTIONS..how to store, how to use, and how to dispose of that “thick virgin plastic” handle.

The only thing not mentioned is…how to dispose of the plastic cover which has all this fascinating brand, features and directions…maybe they think we should keep it, in sheer admiration.

It would be my guess that all this printing and production is responsible for a broom that (without that cover) costs Rs.22, turning (hey presto!) into a broom that costs Rs.45….

You can’t win…

July 11, 2007

I was standing, waiting for some xerox copies to get done, when this little fellow stepped into a pile of sand and construction material. “Look,” his mother scolded, “your rubber slippers are all dirty now!” So he sat down, took his slippers off, and carefully started rubbing their undersides with his little hands!

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Poor little boy, he was so puzzled, because all he got for his pains was yet another scolding as he was dragged off..but I really wanted to hug him!

You can’t win…

July 11, 2007

I was standing, waiting for some xerox copies to get done, when this little fellow stepped into a pile of sand and construction material. “Look,” his mother scolded, “your rubber slippers are all dirty now!” So he sat down, took his slippers off, and carefully started rubbing their undersides with his little hands!

child cleaning slipper

Poor little boy, he was so puzzled, because all he got for his pains was yet another scolding as he was dragged off..but I really wanted to hug him!