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Saturday, November 19, 2005

Chaos.. chaos...

I am in one of my infamous rambling and grumbling moods tonite... Why is that my books have to be in my bookshelf and why not just strewn around in my living room? After all I live there. and why is that my office binny should be neat and spotless with everything arranged in their places? why is that my whiteboard should make sense to all and sundry? Am I not allowed to write my own crypts? What I whiteboard makes sense to me!!!Why should I always take the shortest route to my mailbox? Why not walk a new route every now and then? Why must I be organized when I can perfectly make sense out of the nonsense I create? And why must I work from 9am-5pm and not 9pm-5am when I am wide alert???

I love the chaos I create arnd me...books arnd me, my cds closeby, my papers scattered haphazardly - everything within a hand's reach. Yeah, I sometimes misplace my stuff but thats ok since I always manage to locate them. I have to endure lectures from all and sundry abt my so-called sloppiness and laziness and then help them locate their missing stuff!!!! If organized means they can find what they want when they want it, then I wonder why I am often called to help find things my 'organized' friends/family keep misplacing.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr......

5 Comments:

  • At 5:43 PM, Blogger RS said…

    :)

    "You are so sane, I think you are actually crazy!"

    Your post reminds of me a dialogue somewhat like this one from Spanglish.

     
  • At 12:12 AM, Blogger mathangi k said…

    RS..Having to clean my room does that to me!!

    :)

     
  • At 9:26 AM, Blogger rakshu said…

    coool....i know you are that. kind of very impatient about arranging things.......

     
  • At 6:00 AM, Blogger Viji said…

    Excellent post! I totally agree...
    I face this problem not only for being unorganized, but also for the way I dress up (or don't, rather)
    My friends in hostel interfere with whatever I wear (oh, no... faded jean and an old top will never do for them) and even with the way I comb my hair [I don't allot more than 30 seconds for this tiresome process ;)]. They claim that I somehow manage to look pathetic.
    To top it all, my mother accuses me of being boyish, and insists that I always wear some jewelry ("A woman should have some sort of jewelry on her" hmph, what a crazy notion)

     
  • At 12:03 PM, Blogger J.C.Morgado said…

    Cada dia
    Aparecen señales
    Oscuras que
    Señalizan caos

     

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