Another Tag

Tagged by Cute Priya! The rules:

1) Tell everyone that you’ve been tagged.

2) Link the person who tagged you on your blog

3) Write the rules (like I’m doing right now)

4) Tag at least 6 other people

5) Tell those 6 people that you’ve tagged them

6) Mention 6 things or habits of no real importance…which would be:

-I sometimes smile at the mirror to check whether the reflection smiles back. Childhood phobia developed after watching a really scary episode of “Aahat” where people get sucked into the mirror by their reflections.

-I read 4-5 books together. Get bored after a few hours of reading one book, and pick up another.

-I terrorize my sister often by saying that I can read her thoughts if I keep my hand under her pillow.

-Once a month I shut myself from the rest of the world and spend the day in my room watching movies back to back, or sketching.

– I draw on newspapers. Especially faces of politicians. Horns or halos on the head. Mostly horns.

-When I was 12 years old, I bought a book from a mobile bookstore, “Seven on Life’s adventure“.  It had character called Luke, who was advised by his mentor “There’s nothing half so sweet in the world as the first marital union of two virgin lovers“. I can’t explain why but I totally believed in that, and will always do, and even though it may seem foolish to a lot of the “cool” youths of today. But I’m glad I read that book.

I’d like to tag The Demigoddess, Corinne, Aoife, Americanising Desi, Anurag, Crowscious. And I’m sorry! (if you don’t like tag posts. I’m not so particularly fond of it either. So apologizing in advance!)

Quirky me…

1.Sometimes I repeat stuff four times or in multiples of four. Say a prayer four times, leave four missed calls if the person I’m calling up is unreachable at the moment, take four deep breaths when I’m stressed, and even count till four while I pee! I like think it’s just one of my quirks. Doctors call it “Obsessive Compulsive Disorder” though.

2.Organizational freak. Think Monica Geller. It’s not just a chore for me. It’s something I look forward to every week. Organizing my closet, my study desk, and my cupboards gives me immense pleasure. My mother who never tires of complaining about my laziness often wonders how I dramatically get the strength to clean my room so often. Every time I see a messy drawer or closet, it takes a lot of self control to stop myself from organizing it. And “lists”. How can I forget about making lists? A part of my need for complete organization of every aspect of my life. I make lists, rewrite them, I schedule and I organize. The pleasure of crossing off completed tasks from those lists. I have innumerable tiny notebooks, filing systems, study lists, to-do lists, random scraps of paper stuck to the bulletin board, organizational software on my pc…I’ve done it all. The results are not always what I expected them to be. I waste more time than I can afford to in making these lists in the first place…but nothing can beat the pleasure of opening the blank page of a new notebook, pencil in hand and my mind working furiously at the prospect of organizing a new schedule and the best way to do it. Nerdy and oh so pathetic. I know. But I love it.

3.Listening to the song I love repeatedly till I get bored of it eventually. Much to the annoyance of those who are forced to hear the song along with me for the nth time. This usually happens while going out for a drive. At home, my parents go out of their way to gift me headphones. And I love drifting into a daydream, a different scenario each time, while listening to the song. No wonder the rewind and play buttons of my iPod have smudged

4.Love mush. Worship mush. It’s a wonder how even the corniest of lines can make me go “aaaaaaaaaaaaw” and make tears well up in my eyes. Even the most commercial, most manipulative Hollywood movies trying to cash in on the emotions of romantic fools like me, would have at least one moment which would make me go weak in the knees. I believe in love despite not so good personal experiences. And I so want to believe that the harsh real world, that I’ve become a part of as an adult, still has those perfect little moments of pure romance hidden in it. And the movies, books that glorifies love gives me hope that maybe someday I’ll have those moments too. And for a change they would be real and true.

5.I have a very odd sleep schedule. Wake up at 3am. Sleep at 2pm. Wake up at 4 pm. Sleep at 11pm. And the cycle repeats. You got the idea. This is only a sample. It varies every week.

6.I love writing in purple ink. I’ve got a very bad handwriting. But when I write in purple ink…it appears legible and very neat. Maybe only I think so. Because my professors still have a very hard time making sense out of my chicken scribblings. Thank God for the digital era. Typing makes the job so much easier.

7.I love writing on whiteboards. Making concept maps. Random thoughts. That’s the way I like to study instead of taking notes on paper. I’ve made myself a portable whiteboard by laminating a few sheets of paper glued together. And I find it a far more convenient and active way to learn than passively copying notes. Economical and environment-friendly too.

8.I never forget birthdays and anniversaries. Yes, there had been occasional slips. But those are maybe one in a million, or a thousand, I mean a few hundreds. And that doesn’t count too much.

9.I love sketching. I know I’m not good at it. But I still do. I like sketching eyes. And buildings. And trees. I can’t sketch hands.

10.I’d never had long hair. I’d always worn my hair short. Really short. I tried few times to grow my hair long. But could never tame my hair during that awkward phase when your hair is too short to tie in a ponytail but there are flyaway strands sticking in all directions. I ended up cutting it short again.

Life Of A Packrat

I’m a pack rat. I hate clutter. But I still hoard useless objects in my room only because I’m too sentimental about the memories attached to them. I tried to be ruthless in cleaning up my room and getting rid of the knick-knacks that have accumulated over the years, but failed miserably.

Few of the random things that I found while cleaning up my room today:

Several hundred comic books in the storage cabinet under my bed.

An old broken ruler that a guy I’d a momentary crush on in 9th grade had borrowed from me during exams and accidentally broke it. I’ve preserved the broken pieces too! I don’t know why; because I don’t even remember what the guy looked like!

A dozen old t-shirts I know I’ll never fit into. And even if I do, will never have the guts to wear in front of anyone. Think “tweety bird” prints in shocking yellow.

The first baby pillow I slept on.

Sketches I made when I was in kindergarten.

School badges, a library book I forgot to return at the year end.

Hundreds of postcards and greeting cards received over the years.

A set of few miniature animals made of glass. I won them as a prize about a decade back.

The English text book from 6th grade where I first read a concise version of Shakespeare’s plays. That prompted me to start reading the classics.

College year books, few photo albums with some hideous and very embarrassing pictures of mine which I know I’ll never show to anyone.

The Barbie kitchen set I used to play with, tiny pots and pans and a mini oven! My first doll, which has lost one eye and half of her hair over the years.

A pair of oh-so-pretty pumps in black leather that causes shoe-bite marks all over my feet every time I wear them. But they are too pretty to throw or give away.

A Frisbee disc.

A dismantled skeleton inside my cupboard; reminder of my first year in medical college.

Letters, old valentines.

Report cards, every single one of them. I’ve failed only once in a quarterly exam in the fifth grade in my least favorite subject…Hindi. I got 32 out of 100. Passing grade was 40. Shame. Shame.

Old video games.

And yes…even my chemistry set from school.