My Room

Firstly, this post is inspired by this brilliant post written by Ms. Red on her blog. So thank you Ms. Red!

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If I have to describe my room then in one word I will term it as my "prison", but it is so amazingly beautiful that I would never want to leave it.

It's a simple structure really, nearly a square-shaped construction with the entrance and the window facing each other and the ugly-looking-and-a-total-misfit computer table (actually made to place a television but my dad somehow thought there wasn't much of a difference between a computer table and a TV trolley.. but that's another story) to the left of the window and a white coloured fixed-to-the-wall study table bang opposite this ugly PC table (on which the PC rests of course). These windows are forever closed as the rodents visit our building pretty often and they take a sneak-peek at me during night times - those voyeurs! Besides I prefer keeping the curtains closed as my PC screen faces the window and my neighboring aunt can easily view what plays on my PC screen, so just in case she may get all embarrassed, I keep her from seeing the same. Then my guitar lies to the right of the table which is right next to my chair where my butt rests for 14 (if not 16) hours of the day. In totality there are 3 chairs in my room - one of the chairs is adopted from the dining room on which the clothes rest, the second one is the last remaining piece of furniture from my old PC trolley (which actually was a PC trolley but broke due to.... sorry! the reasons shall remain undisclosed) and this chair offers rest to my college-sack-cum-haversack and the guitar cover. The third chair, which I use to rest my ass on, is part of some old furniture from dining room, which I refused to part with due to its high-comfort level! Then there are 6 cupboards in all of which 2 are fixed to the white study table and used for storing clothes, memorabilia and other undisclosed matter and remaining the remaining 4 cupboards are used to store books. The study table has 4 never-to-be-opened drawers since they won't close without the intervention of an expert hand! Also the cupboards used for storing my clothing etc. is kept locked as a precautionary measure from being charged of murder or an attempt to murder by the family of an innocent unsuspecting being who might just open them without a prior warning. The books are neatly arranged though in the cupboards and that is the cleanest part of my room. However the cupboards hold books from the 12th grade to my 2nd sem LLB plus encyclopedia and other miscellaneous books which have let the shelves to reach the optimum capacity that they can hold and hence the study table is filled up by books from the rest of the semesters. Besides these, the table also provides a resting place for half-read novels, never-read novels and nearly-done-with novels mixed with a black diary. The other stuff that lays on this table will be some newspaper articles, 3 idols of Ganpati, a few deodorant bottles, a telephone, my cellphone, cell phone charger, torches, wallet, guitar picks and an old keyboard.

Note: You won't find a bed in my room. I got rid of it some 4 years ago when I rated it as some useless piece of furniture after discovering that sleeping on the floor was the best way to fight the mumbai heat and thus earn myself a sound sleep!

On my door hinges hangs 2 never-used leather belts and a couple of never-used paper bags, I fail to recall the day when these things started "hanging-out" on these hinges! Nicely hidden and stuck on the wall behind this door is my never-read and referred to exercise schedule sketched by me some 4 years ago.

My maid is happiest while cleaning my room since she can barely step in it, so cleaning the place is out of question; also after the murderous look I gave when she nearly fell my guitar, she refrains from touching any of my "personals" and let them lay astray!

My friends on coming over are either forced to import chairs from other rooms or they rest their bums on the floor. My bozo relatives see a totally different world from its "outside" when they step into my room. Their eyes can barely believe the sight and I've heard rumors of them asking each other if they've stepped in someone else's house by mistake!

This beautiful room was designed some 15 years ago and the walls carry the old torn posters of Peugeot and 1998 Maclaren Merc. A Floyd and a Metallica poster was torn to pieces by some unclaimed body and the investigations to find the criminal are still on for 4 years now.

Finally, I love my room! Thank you mommy and daddy for gifting me such a wonderful room! Love ya! :)

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Here is an artist's impression of my room.. well... almost!