Refrigerators are just like those flats which builders sell us. There is a super built-up area and then there is a carpet area. Super built-up area is something the seller lures you with. Carpet area is something which you finally get to use, which leaves you a bit disappointed and you end up cursing nobody else but your poor miyan for no fault of his? Needless to say, the quality of construction also keeps deteriorating with time in both cases. Basically “haathi ke daant dikhaane ke aur, khaane ke aur!”
We must have changed three refrigerators in the last ten years. Reason being, their insufficient capacity. We went from 425 litres to 525 litres to 750 litres, believing that we are buying a bigger and a better capacity refrigerator, each time. However, it was clearly our misunderstanding. What I can fit in my 750 litres one today, I could do it in my 425 litres as well. There’s practically hardly any difference.
The hardcore truth is that it’s just the super built-up area that keeps getting bigger and expensive while the actual carpet area aka the actual capacity remains more or less the same. Anyways, now I don’t even have a scope for a bigger than my current 750 litres one. I will then have to keep it on my terrace and will have to appoint a guy who will be available on-call to send me what I want from my fridge (which is every 15 mins) because a refrigerator, in any household, is more in demand than even the lady of the house. I guess it’s the same story everywhere.
Although it was my decision to buy a 750 litres refrigerator it was my miyan who pushed me into buying the side-by-side door kinds. Style ka jo sawaal tha. As anticipated, it lacked the kind of space I was looking for. Honestly, I don’t understand why, but the need for more and more space keeps increasing. The family size remains the same though. Of course, the sizes of the family members keep growing, no matter what!
Anyways, I was cribbing and cursing miyan for coaxing me into buying a double door. You know how we women are. Though we are a party to every crime but the end of the day, if it doesn’t work in our favour, we coolly push the onus on our poor miyans.
Miyan had to do something otherwise he knew for the next few days, he won’t be able to sleep in peace. Hence, he decided to get me some organizers. He is obsessed with organizers although most of his stuff usually lies outside of these organizers.
“What’s the point of these organizers when it’s going to be the same story again. The stuff will keep floating outside only…”
“My job was to organize an organizer so that you can organize your stuff. Now if it doesn’t get organized, that’s your organization problem …!” Came his casual reply.
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