How Designing My Room Cured My Illness.

For the longest time, I have believed that there’s only purpose of life: And that is to be happy. To smile. To laugh. To cherish. To be or not to be happy is the only basis of my choices and decisions. Why else go through all the monotony? It is to achieve happiness in some way or the other, right? And I’m not the only person who believes this. If you look around you, happiness is what most people are pursuing in their lives.

That’s why we collectively buy crap we don’t need, befriend people we don’t love, work at places we detest, dance and sing only because we have to, try to work hard to get approval of people we don’t like. Why do we do these things? Have you ever given it a thought? At the end of the day, the fact remains that you are alone. No one but you can fight your battles. While you are lying in your bed and thinking “What’s next in this endless pursuit of happiness?”, a cranny of your heart is already deciding the next thing to do to be happy.

But let me open your eyes to something: We are all chasing something random. Something we think will make us happy, but are unsure of. It’s all a hoax. A story that’s been made up. 99% of our thoughts are useless. Amidst our pursuit of happiness, we are obsessed with this crazy phenomenon that we call ‘practicality’. “It won’t work” – “Be practical” – “What if?” “What if not?” “Are you sure?” are symptoms to confirm that we are diagnosed with this disease. Practical training, practical knowledge, practical books, practical work, and practical advice – we never take time out to revel in the pleasure of the simple things that life has to offer. We are too busy thinking.

Did you notice the dew on the grass this morning? Or the raindrops? Did you notice the smell of your coffee? Did you feel the texture of your prints? Did you witness the beauty of the tree in your courtyard? Did you smile at the first person you saw?

If your answer is no, you definitely need to get out of your head. Stop thinking and start feeling. That’s what I did. That’s why I designed my room. For once, I didn’t want to just make something. I wanted to create.




This is what you end up with when you have ‘HUNDRED’ things to unpack and ‘ZERO’ will power to do it, so basically your life feels like an oxymoron. 




After ten days of relentless efforts and five night shifts of incessant additions, this is how my room looked halfway down its goal. Some people thought it was filled to the rafters, but crowded is the new cozy, mate.




After some additions and altercations and alliterations and a failed attempt at giving this picture a caption, I guess I was all set to boot 202-B all over again.

And with that – I lost the mornings, but won the nights.


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