Cleanliness is next to Godliness — NOT!!!

May 1, 2010 at 12:13 am (clean, Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , )

   I started seeing my now boyfriend about 27 months ago. Now you might be wondering why Im talking about my relationship, but trust me you will get it a little later. So, when we started to see each other he would come come over to see me and since I was staying alone at my apartment it was not to mention despicably clean. 

   The title is pretty self-explanatory and true in the case of men. And this I say with experience and the conviction of a girl that has been living with her boyfriend for the past 2 years. The love of my life was so good to me and he would do anything that I would ask him to do. He would not use my towels when I asked him not to, he would mop the bathroom floor every time he used it, every thing was perfect. Well it was.. At least till the time we decided to move in together. So with dreams and aspirations we moved in. Like every girl i would and I am still thinking of ways to make my rented apartment an extension of who we really are. It all started then, slowly but gradually. I learnt then that :

√ The living area is literally the living area.

√ The couch is apparently a bed.

√ The toilet seat is supposed to be up rather than down.

√ Your closet is just another piece of furniture because your clothes are either gracing the floors or the chairs or the table or anything else but the CLOSET!

√Clothes are only to be washed if and when required. If the sun aint shining or if the clothes are drier unfriendly, then wash them and keep them directly underneath the fan, even if it wets the carpet. The man needs his clothes. 

√ Garbage is not to be departed with under any circumstances. It gives your house a certain, how do i say it… smell! 

√Somebody else will always do your dishes. Keep on piling them. You want to keep your rodent friends close to you because you could not cope with the lose of your teddy bear when you were 8 years old. ( I know that a bear is not exactly from the rodent family, just wanted to get my point across. haha..)

√After using whatever it is that you need, do not keep it back to where it belongs because you dont want to find it ever again, especially when you need it. That includes the bike keys and the house keys. Its a crime in my house to keep things where they belong. 

√When you hear someone say “please do not” (whatever you are asked not to do). You are supposed to hear “please do” (whatever you are asked not to do)

√Does not matter the aesthetics of the room, if you need to sleep under the fan, you need to. Even if it means there is no place to walk around because the goddamn bed has occupied the entire centre and much of the room.

   There are yet many more things that i want to share with you, however, we will do that some other time. As if now please just pray that my boyfriend does not ever never ever read this. Otherwise Im in for some lecturing of how I am supposed to keep our private life private. 🙂 People say that God made man in his like, but I beg to differ because I cannot bare the thought of our God being dirty! haha! I keep on cleaning up after him, its like constantly mothering a 4 year old, and honestly sometimes I give up in hopes, that you know he will realize that living in a filthy environment is well… filthy and not to mention unhygienic! When the guests are in, he is however, in his best behavior. Guess what happens once they leave…. Yes he is back to being his normal self. Guess somethings never change! I love him none the same. I spy!

My boyfriend's idea of clean

My boyfriend's idea of clean

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Pain without Pain Killers

April 27, 2010 at 5:18 pm (falling sick, pain killers) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

P.S : Before you start I would like to say that this not for the “ewww-hearted”.. lol

   I am not all that good with time but the pimples that come to visit me ever so often these days are always right on time for big and important  events. So I get up on a thursday morning and I see a little and comfortably avoidable pocket of puss on the left side of my face, right next to my nose. And I have the urge to push it out of my face, after all I want to look pretty even if Im at home and the only person to see me up close is my boyfriend. Well then, getting back to the point I flushed out the puss and all that remained was a small red patch, which I thought would somehow melt into and with my wheat complexion and then later I would just have to use a tad bit of a concealer. My awesome plan would have worked had the pimple on my face been a pimple. It turned out that it actually is a boil!

   So day one turned into day two with the boil becoming a little bit bigger and redder. All hell broke lose when I had to travel in an overnight bus with the boil burning my face and the cold that had caught on with me. I was feeling feverish and my joints where aching and we were traveling to Goa for my boyfriend’s granny’s funeral on the last sear, which only made things worse because when you are in India you will prefer anywhere but the last seat, given the road conditions, if you know what I mean. We reached the next day and I was feeling like I was a 100 years. The boil on my face had off course become bigger overnight. It was hot and humid and I was carrying a large boil and it was causing the left side of face to swell up. Argh!!!! 

   The very same day we had to make a trip back to Pune, where I stay because of my boyfriend’s exams. So there we were again traveling by bus on the last seat, with my boil and my cold and my aches. By the time we got back it had managed to grow bigger without any help and my face resembled humpty Dumpty’s. And FYI I’m of an oriental origin aka “chinky” and with the swelling taking over my face my eyes where becoming smaller and smaller (read : chinkier and chinkier) The next day i finally went to the see the doc and decided to ask her for a medicine that would dry up the boil. She told me to lay down and the next thing I knew was that she was pinching the boil to get the puss out and all the while like a brave girl I did not even flinch. Not because Im brave but because I was paralyzed with the pain and I was sweating profusely. The nurse dressed the remains of the boil and the doc prescribed some meds. I thought that this was the end of my agony only to get up today in the morning that the swelling is still there and the boil is very much there. Its been five days and I know that there are more painful days ahead, but I’m not gonna give up to the pain. 5 days without a painkiller and I’m gonna make it without one, no matter how long it takes. Say no to Pain Killers.

MY "swell" of a boil...

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