There’s
this thing about being brought up in an Indian home, all the traditions and
customs (which are, by the way, really meaningful) somehow get deeply ingrained
in you.
So, when
starting off with a new venture, we Indians always remember our God, do a lil
puja or something. Now that I am beginning with my passion project, the biggest
dream project I have envisioned, I’d like to do something similar. No, I am not
beginning with a puja ceremony or anything. I’d just like to begin by talking
about my workspace, which I consider my place of worship.
With my sem
break going on right now, (for I’m an engineering student), this, incidentally,
is also how Life Lately has been.
Tucked away in a corner of my room, is my work desk, a space so wholly mine, it almost mirrors me. A simple wooden plank, I like to keep it hoarded with all my “essentials”- mostly my study notebooks, writing pad(for I always write on a whim), penstand, laptop, journal, and all the books I am reading right now.
But this isn’t all that makes it truly mine, what makes it so wholly mine is the flower picked on a random walk that adorns it, the tiny gifts from my friends filling up my penstand, the tiny bundle of perfectly transparent sticky notes, a duster, reflective of my rather OCDian instincts, a scrunchie and my never ending supply of lost bookmarks, if you’re a reader you know.Sometimes I
like between-work-snacking on my desk as well, though I always make sure to
clean it up immediately.
Having a
space of your own is extremely essential, I believe. I came up with this belief
when I first read Sir Bond’s – A room on the roof. The book beautifully
articulates how absolutely essential it is to have a room of your own, in other
words, a space of your own. Hoping to gain further insight on the matter I purchased
Virginia Woolf’s – A Room of One’s Own, but being rather bad at reading
classics, I’m yet to complete it. My insight however remains incomplete. But
I’ve been rather successful in designing it on my own, I guess.
As I wrap
up with the first post of Life Lately, I hope you also, dear reader, build a
place that is truly yours, maybe a lil corner in your balcony, maybe a night
tent in your room, anything, just a place that is truly yours, that defines
you, that gives you that space, to breathe, to think, to be truly you.