De-Cluttering is just not my cup of tea

I often think of clearing the clutter in my room, empty the drawer of unwanted knick knacks, pack off old clothes to somewhere, clean out the closet and make space for new girly paraphernalia.

But each time I spill out the contents of the drawer, I spot little reminences of old days.

My favorite bracelet when i turned 18, the one i used to wear with all outfits not caring whether it matched or not. The stuffy brown teddy with a red bow and missing buttons. The cute red Hannah Montana t-shirt which i keep convincing will fit me one day. The eight standard collage work mounted on a thick cardboard sheet, hung behind the door, now frayed around the corners. Old playing cards with which we spent many a interesting summer afternoons. Stacks of old cards received during past Birthdays and Christmas seasons stowed away in a plastic bag, each bringing with it some recollection of old days. Friendships bands collected over the college years..messages written over some of them. And so on.

It's a whole assortment of unwanted but yet too precious to lose stuff hidden behind the neat, polished closet doors. Maybe i just need to get another cupboard, rather than clean the existing one :P

Another Day...

Today has been one of those lazy days, which I have spent lounging on the couch, when there is a perceptible whiff of the approaching monsoon hanging in the air and the fierce summer heat mellowing into an almost pleasant warmth. The kind of day that reminds you of frolicking childhood vacations now lit with an omnipresent sunshine of nostalgic origin, and bring back vividly imagined scenes out of an old Enid Blyton, especially of picnics in gardens with marmalade, apple pies and puddings, scented roses, daisies and daffodils with cousins who have come over to spend their vacations with you and everyone is happy, smiling and joyful and everything is resplendent.

The kind of day in the present when u lie under the pleasant air cooled by the fan, curled up with a Thomas Hardy as he takes you around on a venture limited sheerly by the reader's imagination. Sipping on lemonade which is too sweet, I empathize with the protagonist, while pigeons outside the french windows have unhindered access to the balcony and perform interesting antics that at times distract the reader.

Also the kind of day which while maturing makes you grow contemplative over the past and curious about the future and gives you a kind of luxurious freedom to view the unwinding tapestry of your life, as only a distant observer can, a time when you can disconnect from the present, uninhibited by any thought and view the marvelous colors life has been adorned with.


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Yet another beautiful sight..

Bejeweled in flaming red flowers and void of any vestiges of green foliage, stands a tree beside SDB 7 the building in which I work. The sight of this exuberant tree, reminds me each day that it's time to get back to work. But as I walk along the sidewalk surrounded by the freshly mown lawn, the neatly trimmed hedges, desultory blown leaves and the vivaciously chirping birds, I slow down my pace into a leisurely stroll. Office can wait a bit :)

I have always been fascinated by the beaty of nature. Be it the lonely moon adorning the vast canvass of the night sky or droplets of dewdrops sparkling on tender green leaves, I get enraptured alike. Infosys campus is a great place to bask in the freshness of nature. Another reason to stay put in Infy for some more time :)

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A cat's tale..

I have met a lot of dog lovers. Ofcourse it is easy to love a dog. Who wouldn't love a creature who always gets excited to see you even when you are your most disheveled self, who without any hesitation will stick to your side whether you be right or wrong, who will hang around whining for ur attention all day long, perk his ear and cock his head sideways the moment you make the slightest movement and basically consider you to be the best person ever to set foot on earth.

Yes, I love dogs too.

But i have always liked cats better!

Cats have style. They are not attention seekers like dogs. They have their pride, will not run around you wagging their tails and tongue. They are dignified creatures who expect respect.

I had a pet cat some time back - Sonu. Her name albeit didn't suit her personality. Sonu had all the majesty of a queen, her walk was graceful, her posture most magnificient, she had feline royalty in her blood - the 'well bredness' which comes to us humans only by careful cultivation.

Often sitting on my window sill, she would look around with disdain at the goofiness of street dogs, an air of superiority of her race about her. Whenever I used to enter a room she is in, she would raise a salutatory head at me, acknowledging my presence and then revert back to her task. She would never drink milk which had even a slight amount of water mixed in it, and would throw me a questioning glance and walk away as if miffed at my impertinence of offering her sub-standard food.

But whenever she needed cuddling, she would turn into the cutest furball, bounce onto my lap, and dig her nails into my dress and purr contentedly. She had very innovative styles of sleeping, but during casual naps would lie on her side, legs neatly stretched out as if reclining in her royal bed chamber.

She could be playful at times, and has spent hours disentangling herself from a ball of yarn which she had managed to rope around her. Anything from a bottle cap to my stuffed teddy were objects of amusement and feigned adversaries to her.

She was very much like us humans, friendly to those who were nice to her and dislikeful of her foes. Never a boot licker, always maintaining her self respect.

Some one who understands a cat as a selfish creature would be quite wrong. Cats are loving too, they may not have the faithfulness of dogs, but faithfulness is not in their nature, we cannot blame someone for what they are not created to be.

Cats are interesting, funny and cute creatures. Very lovable too. It wasn't merely that I spent almost a month crying intermittently when I lost Sonu.

It is now one of my most pleasant memories. The kind of nostalgic memory which always bring forth images of golden sunlit days and carefree wanderings.


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