NO ROOM FOR GODLINESS !!

Not even close to the real picture

His room had the ability to bring deep shivers to trademark Indian mothers. Guarded by a wooden door, it sent out a tiny creak equivalent to the cry of a newborn baby, only not that endearing. The floor was smeared with footprints and seasoned with tits and bits of fallen hair and materials immensely difficult to identify. The chair, out of position, had clothes all over it loosely placed to look like a garland. The idea was to separate each clothing from another so that it becomes easy to distinguish between them in the ‘sorting’ session which took place every morning. The table had a sweat shirt laid across it (probably washed the other night and pressed on the table due to lack of a clothesline in the room). A set of books at the corner of the table gave the impression of a scholar but the layers of dust hanging onto them immediately corrected the observer. Three water bottles stood up high like skyscrapers with a flip-it calendar resembling an ancient structure placed right behind them. An unorganized pen stand gave the idea of a painting painted in haste with toothbrushes and nail cutters hanging around the pens and pencils. The other items enjoying residence inside the stand included pizza seasoning sachets, scraps and a razor blade. These were like uninvited guests, or maybe unwanted guests.

The curtains, originally meant to be creamy in color  had shades of brown and black here and there. They looked like one of those Italian dishes you order in the restaurant with pepper and other seasonings sprayed over them. The calendar on the wall had a picture of two birds on the branch of a tree with flowers in the background. All this was photographed with perfection, but the only problem was that the calendar displayed the days in September while everyone on the outside was busy celebrating Christmas. The backpack on the floor and the empty bucket beside it further added to the beauty of the room as one exercised extreme caution as to avoid the ‘n’ number of slippers and shoes which adorned the floor. The bed sheet reminded you of the face of the oldest person on earth that you've come across. Not because it had the aura and spark of the same, but because the curls and river like tributaries on the bed sheet had a striking similarity to the wrinkles of an elderly. A red blanket, shining out of nothingness lay unfolded in the corner of the bed. The pillow cover was another Italian dish with snake like black cables gliding over it running into the laptop thumped on the chair. More cables ran out of the laptop and went in different directions connecting it to the headphone, mouse, speakers and the charging point of the battery charger. The chair was placed close to the bed and the mouse stay put right in the middle of the bed. All this to ensure comfort and pleasure to the operator, without causing the slightest of troubles or delay while watching sci-fi movies and pop videos of global prominence.

The idea was to keep it simple. Every once in a while he would tone it all down with a broom or a mop. But like any other recurring truth of life, his form of living would return to him like a faithful pet.