Most of us have heard of the term claustrophobia. Meaning ‘fear of enclosed or cramped spaces’. Well I dont know if an opposite term has been coined as of yet , but if it has been then I would certainly qualify for it. I dont know if its some psycho weird stuff or plain simple idiosyncrasy, but as far back as I can remember, I never complained about a room overstuffed with tables , books , cupboards and an over sized bed. Well actually even if I had complained there wasnt much one could do as you need a presentable drawing and dining room , my sister would whine her lungs out if there is one extra bit of paper in her room and well my parents room has its share of stuff already. So I happily coexisted with old editions of journals , many times gifted and regifted but quite unusable cutlery, old mattresses and quilts taking up much of the cupboards and of of course my personal favorites story books of all generations (from enid blyton to harry potter to jeffrey archer). I suspect I revised these books more times than the syllabus of JEE.
I never could understand those people who crib about the lack of space in their study room, offices even bathrooms and toilets. After all how much space do u need to answer nature’s call unless of course they do it while jogging across the room to and fro. Or maybe they are doing yoga and stretching their legs and arms out while on the pot. Study room might require a bit more space to stretch out legs and arms when tired , even airy as the mint aint gonna work with all that stale air around yourself, but a 4 by 6 ft room with a big window should do the trick. Of course if you reside in a hostel room like me , you have got to manage with a room that is ur study room around endsems , party room on birthdays and weekends , bedroom anytime you feel like sleeping and a PVR when you switch on the computer and watch a movie.
Cleaning of course takes a backseat at hostels. We like em dirty and dirty they are , infested with smelly socks lying in a corner , stale clothes hanging on the wall serving as temporary accommodations for mosquitoes and a long forgotten guitar where lizards and cockroaches shag in the night.
So you see , I am actually cut out for hostel life , shaped into it from my early formative years due to willingness of not throwing away useless stuff on my parents part. What do you call that ?? Foresightedness……
