Sunday, September 2, 2012

OCD KI JAI!


Is it generic?
Is it only limited to Indians (read women of the fairer sex) this mania? Are we given a small secret magic pill where by all girls are naturally born to become dusting sweeping maniacs? How is that only I can spot the dust on a tabletop? Or the windows ? How does the dust settle or I think creep up aka a Philip Pullman novel? Nor am I talking about a secret cult whereby initiation is done by a Rowlingesque or George R Martin method. All, I know is that we all see not the paper or the news or the weather around us we just see the mitti!
I know this for a fact, I just get totally mesmerized by this and then the itch to dust and clean. And I know its in all of us. Every woman’s dream apart from all the stuff they say about diamonds, bags, a man who tows the line, is no dust. We love discussing this, or get around to discussing how dirty our homes get and the constant upkeep. We all exchange more information about cleaning products even more than the crazy obsessive mommy-porn books which has taken the world by storm? What is the world coming to? Fifty shades of dust, I say.
What would happen if we all gave up this? Would the earth fall apart with extra dust? Every one of us has a pet peeve; you know the one, which drives the other person anal. In fact, when one starts digging (pun intended) you come across interesting anecdotes.
Men suffer from this too, and women in larger numbers as we all try to dust away the cobwebs. OCD, a medical term originates from a housewife who was battered and had anxiety attacks in the medieval ages and she took it out in the form of attacking the dust or my personal favorite is she didn’t like her husband thus she kept on cleaning and that started a trend where all wives would keep their houses spic and span so that they could compete with each other (age old rivalry) and then the tricks were passed on from daughter to daughter as The Holy Grail.
Trust me, we all have it, we all try to be perfectionists at all times; to kill that dust smote, that annoying dust the disorder created on tables, the need to have everything aligned perfectly in an order, the work space clear to focus better. My friend says, she has a grandmother who even labels the bed sheets so that we know which side is the head and the other has the foot label. Another says, her husband has to check the door a number of times, to make sure it’s locked before turning in for the night.
We all do this; you know to make sure the iron is switched off, to wash hands for precisely two minutes!
Life is short , people shouldn’t waste it on cleaning .No they shouldn’t be slobs, but to keep off the dust is impossible. But , till the next time which is tomorrow morning ,OCD ki Jai.



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