The case against declutter
There was an article in today's newspaper about decluttering...got me thinking on how storage vs binnage is not necessarily a binary proposition.
Every now and then, over the past 8 years, I look at this "thing": bulky, dull-coloured, almost covered on all sides with minimal holes to let in the day light. It is too big to hide and not good for storage.
Also, it brings back memories...of a hot August afternoon, when I was to made to experience spiralling, sky rocketing frustration at the local customs/immigration. All I could do was look at the crate helplessly from an air conditioned office in the local Customs as it lay in a corner of a warehouse with trains of trolleys wheeling past, some carelessly nudging it, amidst the frequent noise of planes landing and taking off.
No one there knew that it contained precious cargo...our little Benjy had landed (after two flights from Australia) earlier that morning .
I had already waited for close to 2 hours, carrying food and water for him and it was way past his meal time.
I wasn't allowed to approach the crate as the officer had to first examine the contents and then clear the crate.
The officer hadn't reported for work yet.
Beseeching the underlings in that office was of no avail as bureaucracy prevailed.
At my wits end, I begged them to at least move the crate into the office and was curtly informed that animals weren't allowed inside!
Unwilling to prolong this situation, I decided to take matters into my hands as it was really hot outside.
I went out and with great difficulty managed to carry the pet transportation crate as it was called into the office. It was dirty and smelly with an irate Benjy barking his head off at me. He was filthy, tired, hungry and dehydrated. Poo and food were all over the bottom of the crate and Benjy being an OCD, was clearly struggling with it all.
There was a chorus of ," how can you..." from the staff to which I responded with , "well if your officials can't be sensitive to a precious pet's situation, it can't be helped".
When they started to create a scene, I kept them at bay, warning them that if anything happened to my pet, they would be morally responsible.
Yet, they refused to clear it waiting for their boss to come and certify.
Meanwhile, I had carried food and water for Benjy but soon realised that the crate was sealed.
Again, there was resistance to allow me to feed Benjy. Eventually, I called one of the staff aside and explained that the animal would be dead by the time the boss came by.
Overcome by emotion, and not heeding his remonstration I removed the sticker, opened the crate, put my hand in and hand-fed Benjy who only started barking more and more in an otherwise quiet AC office.
The staff kept saying that it was treason or words like that.
As I closed the crate, the officer finally arrive and approached me curious to know what was going on.
He enquired as to why the seal was broken and wondered what the fuss was about.
Then he got distracted by Benjy and asked what breed was, where he was from and so on
As I explained the context to him, that Benjy had travelled for over 36 hours including a 24 hour transit, the only thing that he fastened on to was my name and wondered whether I was from his home State.
He was quite happy when I mentioned that my wife was born in his hometown and that she spoke his language too, and wanted to know why we went abroad, how long we stayed there...in fact the story of our life over the last decade, while I kept up my request for immediate customs clearance.
The minutes were like hours now and his diffidence didn't help.
Then he started going on and on about indiscriminate smuggling, as he examined the paperwork and (rather lamely) acknowledged that my papers were ok. He tried to highlight the "illegality" of breaking the seal on an immigrant pet crate without his approval, even while I clarified the humanitarian grounds for the same/re-sealing the crate in the customs' teams presence and the conversation wasn't going anywhere.
As Benjy continued barking from within the crate, I decided to change tack, as it was a while since Benjy and I were in the same room with a sealed crate preventing our physical bonding.
I casually informed him that my father had worked as a lawyer in his home town and mentioned the suburb where he had lived, how I loved the food in that city, etc etc.
Somewhere, this helped and I was able to clear Benjy within 45 minutes after the officer's arrival, of course a full 4 hours from when I entered the airport...feeling hungry and dehydrated myself. However, it was still annoying for Benjy as he couldn't get out of the crate until we reached home to a joyous reunion.
After that long journey, the crate was cleaned and kept aside...where it stayed....
Try as we did, we couldn't get rid of it and couldn't recycle it either...
..and, it moved with us when we relocated in a year to another house...where it stayed...and stayed for over 5 years.
Lying under the staircase, it attracted my attention regularly.
It was a constant source of annoyance, the sheer lack of utility with memories, especially the Customs episode that was almost cruel, given the insensitivity to Benjy... but I didn't know what to do with it...
And so it stayed, under the staircase...
Until, two years back.
I was strolling after dinner in our yard when I heard the soft sound of something falling close by.
Benjy was on to it immediately and we spotted a baby crow. I thought that it would have fallen from the wall and kept it on the wall.
Again it fell down and the closed wings opened briefly.
The wife swung into action.
She called our dear pet food supplier, Shravan, and based on his advice, we decided to provide shelter to the bird for the night.
However, there were no options for isolated space within the house....well, until our eyes fell on the redundant crate under the staircase.
Immediately, we took out the crate, cleaned it, kept the bird in it with some food and water and kept watch anxiously overnight.
By morning, the bird which must have starved and gotten dehydrated started to stir and helped itself to a few drops of water.
Shravan, had already guaranteed the bird's survival and it was nice to see signs of life gradually emerging.
24 hours later, we took it out to the back yard and lo! Watched its flight to freedom.
After cleaning, we put away the crate which I started looking at with a different point of view.
A few months back, my mother -in-law was strolling the yard early morning and saw a baby squirrel on the ground.
It was a baby which must have fallen off the gooseberry tree from quite a height.
While it moved in my hands, it was clearly too weak and exhausted.
A call to Shravan, a visit to the vet at 7.00 am [he assured us that while there was no major injury, the baby would need a few days to recover] followed by a quick tidy-up of the crate, and the squirrel was tucked in for the day.
The next morning, while it nibbled at grated carrot, it was clearly too weak to eat properly. We administered a few drops of water using a syringe a few times the next day.
By the end of the day, it was strong enough to bite the syringe and help itself to carrot.
It was a joyous sight to behold when we opened the crate next morning. It ran around in circles and climbed up the coconut tree.
The most recent episode was a baby parrot that fell down from a tree in stormy weather last week
Between my wife, Benjy and our neighborhood cat Berty, they identified the poor thing, looking wet and miserable as it stood camouflaged neatly in a hibiscus bush. We kept it inside the crate over a weekend with adequate food and water and enjoyed watching its joyous flight out after it had regained its strength.
Through all of this, the crate that stirred such mixed feelings in me earlier and which we were unable to get rid of, has undergone a change of status.
A temporary safe haven for a crow, a squirrel and a parrot to regain their strength and heal...it is now clean and on standby...
For the next visitor....!