Messy mess!

I have always been berated for having no order i.e. a messy desk, closet and my room!

Here’s how it goes down: 

Mom would threaten to throw all my “junk.” I would clean my desk — organize the shelves, align my text books, hide away my color pens and paintbrushes, throw the scraps of paper lying around and throw away the things that I kept an year ago and never looked back to them again.

Mom would come in a couple of hours and say, “Finally I can see the wood! Why do you have to live like a pig?” All I would do is roll my eyes!

A month later the drama would be repeated.

Why don't I keep my desk clean? 

Because those piles reminded me of all the things to do and all the things I had accomplished. I knew exactly where my things were under that cumulus of magazines, textbooks, notebooks and whatnots! I could pull relevant documents in a second when my desk was in the state of utter confusion.

But parents can't understand. Neither did my friends — always volunteering to help me clean up.The mess that infuriated them, nutrified me. I felt comfortable with the “chaotic display of sheer laziness.” I still do!

I am doubtful whether I would think differently five to ten years down the line!