I write this post on a Saturday morning while waiting for the wooden flooring installation guys from Pergo to turn up. It is 12:53 p.m. They were supposed to commence work at 11:00 a.m. as communicated and agreed upon. But, we will get to that later.
In this post, I will talk about our experience in getting a laminated wooden flooring. Specifically, I will discuss the vendors, their engagement level, the brands available and the overall experience.
Here is a brief of our requirement for the wooden flooring project:
Space: Kids bed room
Area: 188 sq. ft
Type of wooden flooring: Laminated either AC3 or AC4.
Brand: We were not fixated on any brand such as Square Foot, Pergo so long we liked the colors.
We met with Mobel, Home Town, Pergo, and Square Foot.
The level of engagement was mediocre in Mobel and the choices limited.
Home Town had seven choices, and the level of engagement after a it of prodding was better.
We saw Square Foot in a tile showroom. The choices in Square Foot were good, but again when you are a tile dealer dealing in wooden flooring, the interest level is only so much.
Of the lot, we liked Pergo and Square Foot and decided to go with Pergo. Their show room is in Koramangla.
To put the importance of a secure house into perspective, let me take you back to one night in August 2002. Recently married, my husband and I we had just moved into a new house in a slightly secluded neighborhood. Before you let your thoughts run amok, I must clarify that the concrete jungle that has transformed Bangalore’s lush greenscape and skyline was nowhere in sight then. Which meant most of us lived as tenants in individual houses. It was a newly built house with my husband and I on the first floor and a second family on the ground floor.…
Can you recall the last time you received a handwritten note from someone?
My tryst with writing letters (inland letters) started early in life. When I was barely 10 years old, I stayed with my grandparents, away from my parents, for a while. There was no telephone with a long distance connection where my parents lived, and I saw them once in maybe six months. Goes without saying I missed my parents and brother a lot.
Every day when I would return from school, I would long to see that blue colored piece of paper on the table. The days when that cherished piece of paper came were the best; they made my evening. I would read, and then read once more, until every word was imprinted in my memory. My younger brother got creative with his signature with every letter that came. Saturdays, for me, were earmarked to craft letters to my parents and thoughtfully fill my thoughts within the limited 3 pages. When the space and resources are limited, you choose words wisely to express yourself. It is perhaps tough to understand the significance of those hand-written letters in today’s times when talking to someone anywhere is just a call/click away. And yet, even after you’ve spoken for hours, you feel there is a void and so much left unsaid. Do you ever feel the same?
Have you ever been to a workshop related to cooking/gardening? Even I hadn’t and didn’t know what to expect. But, that changed this year. Not some kind of resolution; just, getting out of my comfort zone to unlearn and learn again the traditional way. After the square foot gardening one in Feb, this was my second one.
Seth in one of his recent posts wrote:
You can listen to what people say, sure.
But you will be far more effective if you listen to what people do.
I can vouch for that, first hand. Nothing like listening to what people do in person. To see the energy flow, to see the product take shape, to experience the thought behind it, and it gets better in the company of other people. I attended Nandita’s (of Saffron Trail fame) Zesty Salads class the day before. It was a refreshing break of two hours from writing about hedge funds and asset backed securities non-stop for two weeks, and a great experience. One I would recommend if you are struggling to take that baby step towards healthy eating.