CLUTTER

If you think really hard (which one can only do at 10:30pm after 15hrs of work), you would notice how cluttered every part of our existence is. To the pitiable extent that I have been debating over whether I want to be a pretty but nagging old woman or do I prefer being ugly happy granny for the last hour and a half! Now, this in itself is a toughie, but I am quite sure if only I could concentrate on the problem, I could certainly satisfy myself with a very well reasoned, rational choice for whatever it's worth. Instead, I have been think of Altoids, rush hour3, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, 20-20 cricket match and all other kind of completely unrelated, distracting stuff (rather annoyed with myself!). And the sound of vacuum cleaner from the next room is not helping either.

In my mind, insanity is well in vogue in our world. And an inevitable by-product - clutter. It's fashionably inserted into the art on our wall, our couture clothing, our bookshelves and coffee cups. For the most part, I, in fact like it. It's easier to live in the noise - less intimidating and certainly less painful if you think of it. But sometimes, especially when I am faced with the most intriguing which-kind-of-old woman complexity, all I ask for is a wee bit of order !!