Once again I am all set to move house…a new city…a new place to call my own. I guess that’s all I’ve been doing all my life so much so that it has become a necessity. Living in one place for aeons is and will never be my cup of tea. The biggest challenge at such times is packing or I would like to put it across as one (since most people hate it).Oh! but I love packing. It’s so much fun. It’s like Christmas all the time…..newspaper…string…..cartons….labels…checklist everywhere.
I have a very queer way of packing. First I do the packing in my mind….possibly for days….imagining al the stuff stowed away in their respective receptacles, and then I go for the jugular.
This time I am phasing my packing in two parts. First the immediates and the other the follow ups. Immediates ill take with me… Clothes, shoes, documents, and essentials like my coffee makers, hair dryer and iron, and the follow ups will follow on after I have settled temporarily in m permanent (temporary really! coz nothing is permanent for me ) place
Oh! And I have peculiar idiosyncrasies like all my clothes should be pre-ironed and delicates packed in individual poly bags so that sequins etc don’t get torn out. There is a place for everything and everything in its place………am an operations gal…..and I guess it permeates my personal space too…….loved the principles of 5 S’……when I learnt of them. And subsequently fell in love with the Japanese who actually propounded the concept.
I know just in which corner of my suitcase my belts will go or where the perfumes are slotted…and it’s not totally irrational or eccentric……I put it there with a particular reason…very much in sync with the principles of ergonomics. Again I’d like to stress the fact that packing is actually a very artistic and scientific process all at once…and definitely good packing isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Making maximum use of minimum space…it’s the very basis of the logistics industry. Now let me not get into the technicalities of that.
For me packing also is a thinkfest. Once the picture is set and everything is mentally packed……I don’t need to use my brain…….just switch on some good music…shut my door….and pack away to glory and ruminate on the intricacies of my life. Some people may feel that being extremely methodical like this is probably an OCD for neatness. I guess to be honest maybe I have a thing for cleaning up and tidying things…but something which is not socially disruptive and does n harm to anyone need not be offensive to others.
In retrospect, I wish I were as neat in my personal life as well and clear up the emotional clutter I cling to. I wish I could for real clean up, mop up, and finally move on.Ah! What I would give for it to percolate down to my inner self…this need to pack up and move…has its own merits i'd say...
