well,i had been living in it, with same condition for past one month but you see, i have this habit. wenever i am anxious, i clean. mess starts to bother me, although i might claim the same mess to be part of my room ten minutes ago! so as u can guess, i was anxious.
this is a habit i picked up i dunno when. before i knew, i was scrubbing my worries away! more was the anxiety, greater was scrubbing and rubbing and varnishing!! i forgot to mention this thing in that list of seven things about myself that no one knew. well, yeah, no one knew about this habit which was such a 'bliss' in disguise! think about it, you are worried, you clean, you feel better and your room's cleaner!!
untill....
until the day my mum found out about it. now, any mum would be pleasantly surprised to see her not-so-tidy kid clean up. constant pestering, a little too many praises and one bright radiant smile and i gave in.
mum: oh, u are cleaning! that is so ...
me: unusual
mum: yeah. and great too.
me: well, ma to tell the truth, i was cleaning cuz i felt terrible and cleaning makes me feel better.
pause
mum: oh..
well, ever since then, this little secret activity of releaving my tension didnt remain , well, a secret. soon, my entire clan knew about it.my mum, u'd expect she'd be glad about occasional cleaning i got down to doing. but somehow, the whole thing was so much more amusing to her than i had thought..
me: with a rag in my hand.
mum: what are you up to?
me: nothing. just that stain on mirror was bugging me.
mum: whats wrong?
me: nothing ma.
mum: looks suspiciously then leave the rag alone and go watch t.v.
now thats got to be first time in history that a mom, no, my mom asked me to quit cleaning and watch T.V. :O
but that happened.
me: etching to clean the stain, i tried to leave the room. but when has a mom given up.
mum: grabs the rag.
me: alright!! stop pestering me! i had a fight with dipti! jeez, ma, umust have been on CIA's interrogation team sometime!!!
mum: smiling all over
as if that wasnt enough, there is more.
akshay: hey sis, how is it going?
me: great!
akshay: coming today, right?
me:yeah, ofcourse.
akshay: how u feeling?
me: perfect
akshay: oh
me: why??? *very suspicious*
akshay: oh well, my room's all messy!
dial tone.....
me: looking at the messy tableon my room real closely.
sis: wats up?
yeah, my family is always around to ask 'wats up"
me: nope, nothing. going back to my work.
sis: looks like someone's upset!
me: smacking my head looks like someone talked to mom!
sis: smiling all over
well, here is this last instance, wen i knew i couldnt take it another bit. i knew i had had enough of jokes, and poking at my silly habit.
me: scrubbing refrigerator
dad: hey, where i that... why are you rubbing this thing?
me: shit! nothing dad. just like that. it was dirty.
dad: looks at me suspiciouly....
dad: okay. go on, but first help me find my glasses!
me: phew!!!!
moving over to help him find his glasses on his head!!!
you see, my dad isnt part of my mom and sisters' gang, being the odd one out!!!
well, no surprise, i gave up that habit or so they think! i still clean wen tensed. i mean, honestly people, this is probably one good habit i have and i wont give it up cuz my mum finds it amusing! i wil fight back!
my fight for my rights to vent my feelings in watever weird way i'd like to! even if that means i do it secretly now!!!
thats my own little rebellion...
