Sunday, February 7, 2010

Dining Table



This is the 'dining table' at an Uncle's house. Over the years, it has become a repository for everything he believes is important 'at the moment' - it contains newspapers, magazines, leaflets, fliers, assorted stationery, and many of Uncle's lost possessions. Right now, his address book - the hard copy, not the electronic kind - is missing, and we think it's somewhere there, under the debris. The Spouse clears it every once in a while but it's back to square one in no time!


I caught sight of this tangle of typewriter ribbon in the dustbin near the dining table. I thought its form, and the red and black made a striking picture against the greens and other pastels inside the dustbin. You can see the typewriter in use in the above two pictures.

I should have titled this picture Bless This Mess!

10 comments:

  1. Ahem, it looks vaguely familiar... :)

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  2. Sig, no! Really?
    Vidya, this is where you had the blood-and-gore pudding he fed you!
    Rachel, yes!

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  3. Goodness, that had my head reeling - we used to make the dining table the transit camp for everything we did not have the patience to put in place and almost stopped eating on it - now we keep clearing the table, making it easy to eat on :) I feel bad for uncle, and how he'll ever find anything in there :)

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  4. Nandita, yeah, he feels bad for himself too :) Don't think he has the patience to search for anything under that mountain, not without help, at least.

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  5. My MIL has was she calls her "mad room" - like this, but on a grander (grosser) scale. : X
    I call it a landfill, appropriate for lighting on Guy Fawkes Day.

    Your uncle gets the good-sport award for allowing you photog's dibs to this inner sanctum. I know how much you are fond of him, so revealing his disorganization is not an act of disrespect. : )

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  6. That's how T's dining table was before we got married. For the longest time, I wasn't allowed to touch 'his paper's'.
    I agree with Susan, he does deserve a good sports award. :)

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  7. Susan, landfill, ROFL! It's not his inner sanctum, by the way, this is the very first room - the door is to a side, and this is where all visitors are entertained, as much as the situation allows.
    Jaya, hope you've trained him to clean it up himself?

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  8. Why does this remind me of the grad school days ;).

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