Nerolac Home Stylers was given a contract on the 22nd of November 2011 to paint 3 rooms of my house. Even though they were given the contract on the condition that they start the next day, they made an excuse and started the work on 24th November 2011. Nerolac had given us an estimate that it would take 3-4 days per room maximum to paint which summed up to maximum 12 days for the entire house. They wanted 3 checks to be dated such that one they would get on the 22nd of November, the second one 8 days into the work and the 3rd and final one after the completion of the project. The cheques were dated on their request as: 22/11/2011, 30/11/2011 and 04/12/2011. All of this on Receipt No. 219. The site supervisor was Mr. Ramesh and the Regional Program Manager was Mr. Rishikesh Ghosh.
The work in the first room started out fine until the workers started skiving work. One day there were 2 workers, one day there was one and one day they walked in at 12pm to begin work. Above this even the contractor came and started being to bossy. We had clearly seen that only 2 coats of paint were applied instead of the 3 required, he tried to convince us that all the 3 coats had been done. Surprisingly the newly applied paint could not even remotely match up in the ‘glossy’ effect to the 4 year old existing painting job. The contractor was cheeky enough to be sarcastic to us without even trying to disguise it.
We asked the Site supervisor to change the contractor since his behavior was just not acceptable and he was openly trying to con us, however we told Nerolac to let him finish the current room. Even though the walls were uneven and full of blemishes we told him to move on to the next room and continue this room later. This is till now the best work that has been put in.
A new contractor came in to start up with the new room. Firstly the workers had no experience at all, they even messed up the initial phase up putting the Putty and the walls were massively uneven and looked like bulging boulders. Secondly, after putting the primer the painting was horribly done too, there were blotches of dark paint on the wall. There were all sorts of lines, scratched and brush strokes. The work was totally shabby. Thirdly, the site supervisor having already supervised the room for two days realized on the third day that they had used the wrong color. So they start painting the wall all over again. Then they leave the wall that has to be textured and plan to do all texture walls together since the person who does that takes a lot of money. Once again being humane we allowed them to do that hoping they would atleast complete the work on time.
The work on the third room did not have any such problems as the others but today is the 16th of December and the work is not yet complete. Nerolac had promised us to have the work done by the 4th of December latest and they’re running 12 days behind schedule and yet two walls in my house are left without paint.
Whenever these painters run out of paint or sandpaper or putty they were made to wait 24 hours by their contractor for the new stock. This was getting out of hand for us so we had to resort to supplying the raw materials ourselves to get the work speeded up. We even resorted to giving them tea every day and a money for food in the hope that they finish the work soon but there has been no difference whatsoever.
Due to the fault of Nerolac Home Stylers and their Contractors we have been living out of a box for almost 25 days in our own home. There is dust everywhere and the workers don’t even bother cleaning the bathroom after using it.
Amazingly we couldn’t even wash off with Nerolac after being put through this turmoil thanks to their no refund policy and the fact that they had no clauses in their bill or agreement for late work.
They have caused us harassment and mental agony beyond repair and nothing they do will ever be able to repair it. Taking this up in court will just aggravate our hassles so I just wanted to share this incident with you all so that the same thing doesn’t happen with you too.
What do you do for your family, for your house?
Frankly, Yes I don’t do anything. I lie down on my bed all day staring into a laptop screen with headphones in my ears.
Once or twice I feel like going and helping them. I go and say *So whats happening? Tell me what to do?* and I always get the same reply. *No thanks, You’ve done enough.* Well If I did then why blame me all this while? I just don’t understand all this unnecessary use of sarcastic lines. I don’t know when it started. I’ve automatically taken a back seat to my family. I prefer keeping to myself, not that I’m talking or thinking about anybody else at that moment. I just like sitting back and thinking of all the ways my life sucks and about all the things I have to do, the things that need to be.
What am I? An engineer? A photographer? I don’t even know for sure. I don’t even know what I am supposed to be doing. Is *Don’t want to be an Engineer* an optimistic career goal after completing engineering? Or is confusion about doing photography after breathing with a camera for 4 years too wasteful?
I used to write a lot too, where has that habit gone? Do I need to rediscover myself or is it too late?
My parents always told me *Jack of All Trades, Master of None* and yet they didn’t stop me from doing everything I set my eyes on. I did all that I could muster and some things that I could not fathom. I made Music, I wrote Poetry, I wrote Fiction Novels, I clicked Photographs, I made Movies, I made Computer Programs, there’s a hell lot more to this list. Sometimes I wonder how life would have been if I would have just narrowed it down, maybe I could do one thing better than everybody else, maybe I could have rid myself off this utter confusion and despair.
1.5 Semesters to go till I officially pass out of college and I don’t know my next step. I was never one for the ever so thoughtful game of chess. Even in Chess, the future was always clouded to me, I could never predict moves, nor the psyche of my opponent.
I can never judge people, I say things off the top of my head, I am deeply judgmental and I am scared. In this race to always be known, always be regarded by people, I have lost myself. I don’t know anymore who I am, I look back at myself 2 years ago and find myself totally different.
My thoughts aren’t my own, I don’t even know if I think at all. Most of the times I am just vacant, totally hollow from inside. I’m lost like a child in a jungle of modernity and hunger. I walk alone in restless dreams. All I want is some anarchy, some deep rooted anarchy. I’m craving for anarchy in my life, in my world.
In the words of the ancients,
Ύβρις είναι μοιραίο λάθος μου και η ζωή είναι η καταστροφή μου.