I DID IT
I FINALLY DID IT.
No, I didn’t climb Mount Everest and no, I didn’t prove the twin prime conjecture either. Its much BIGGER than that. I finally CLEANED MY ROOM!
Being hypersensitive to dust, my body acts as a perfect sensor in letting me know that my room needs cleaning. However, yesterday evening, the unprecedented sudden weird sensation in my throat finally got me off my ass to begin the housekeeping act.
I had been postponing this indispensable activity till my stereo (read lifeline) reached me. With my mp3 player currently lying on the opeartion table (courtesy my younger bro who apparently was a bit rough with its finger touch keys.. hope it gets well soon..) and the servant FORGETTING to send the former, thank God for my dad and his latest gift- a walkman that came to the rescue of a poor girl who just wanted to listen to some music while engaging in not one of her favourite activities. The happy cleaning act was however, off to a rough start when the device decided to chew up my favourite John Mayer album.
Have to say though that the end result was definitely worth the effort. Alas! I wonder how long it will last? I miss my sis. Used to have a notorious reputation during my heyday. This one time, I actually bribed a good friend of mine to straighten my cupboard in the hostel. Boy was it a Kodak moment or what when I handed over the bar of chocolate to her. The photographer (read my sis) didn't do a good job though and the snap covered my desk and bed as well. I still remember the look on my dad's face and his words, "Do you actually live in this room?" In my defense, I just want to say that I was on a cleaning spree at that time and hence the obvious mess. I can be granted clemency right!
My mum, putting on her ideological hat, has told me umpteen number of times that even dogs tend to clean up their surroundings before lying down.
Trust me, I have changed over the years in the sense that I now realise that our home is like a machine. One needs to tend to it everyday lest it breaks down resulting in utter chaos (reminds me of my room) in terms of cleaning utensils, washing clothes and cooking food. I no longer look down upon household chores and am aware of the hard work involved. All this and more was made possible after a painful realisation of what I'd like to call 'a woman's fate' (reminds me of the excruciating novel with the same title by Guy de Maupassant) iliterate and highly-qualified alike.
I hail all the home keepers out there. Kudos.
P.S –In the morning, I checked up with a doctor friend who confirmed that yes, dust can certainly cause irritation in the throat.
No, I didn’t climb Mount Everest and no, I didn’t prove the twin prime conjecture either. Its much BIGGER than that. I finally CLEANED MY ROOM!
Being hypersensitive to dust, my body acts as a perfect sensor in letting me know that my room needs cleaning. However, yesterday evening, the unprecedented sudden weird sensation in my throat finally got me off my ass to begin the housekeeping act.
I had been postponing this indispensable activity till my stereo (read lifeline) reached me. With my mp3 player currently lying on the opeartion table (courtesy my younger bro who apparently was a bit rough with its finger touch keys.. hope it gets well soon..) and the servant FORGETTING to send the former, thank God for my dad and his latest gift- a walkman that came to the rescue of a poor girl who just wanted to listen to some music while engaging in not one of her favourite activities. The happy cleaning act was however, off to a rough start when the device decided to chew up my favourite John Mayer album.
Have to say though that the end result was definitely worth the effort. Alas! I wonder how long it will last? I miss my sis. Used to have a notorious reputation during my heyday. This one time, I actually bribed a good friend of mine to straighten my cupboard in the hostel. Boy was it a Kodak moment or what when I handed over the bar of chocolate to her. The photographer (read my sis) didn't do a good job though and the snap covered my desk and bed as well. I still remember the look on my dad's face and his words, "Do you actually live in this room?" In my defense, I just want to say that I was on a cleaning spree at that time and hence the obvious mess. I can be granted clemency right!
My mum, putting on her ideological hat, has told me umpteen number of times that even dogs tend to clean up their surroundings before lying down.
Trust me, I have changed over the years in the sense that I now realise that our home is like a machine. One needs to tend to it everyday lest it breaks down resulting in utter chaos (reminds me of my room) in terms of cleaning utensils, washing clothes and cooking food. I no longer look down upon household chores and am aware of the hard work involved. All this and more was made possible after a painful realisation of what I'd like to call 'a woman's fate' (reminds me of the excruciating novel with the same title by Guy de Maupassant) iliterate and highly-qualified alike.
I hail all the home keepers out there. Kudos.
P.S –In the morning, I checked up with a doctor friend who confirmed that yes, dust can certainly cause irritation in the throat.
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