flat hunting

It may be one of my many quirks, which I think many would relate too, but personalizing for me lands somewhere between an obsession and a fetish. So short of any fender benders, which would be honest mistakes, everything around me gradually ends up with either a red-yellow S sign or a red devil crest. It may come out as an OCD at times, a mildly severe one that too, but there isn't any room for judging out here; I really think there is a tiny personalizer in all of us.

When it comes down to your own space, I think its the most one can do. Yes, cars and other vehicles do give one quite the freedom to go wild with personalizing it, space still takes the gold. For me, I was naturally gifted with an elder brother, who was more of a tyrant and an unconditional bully about everything that happened in the space we shared at home. I was obviously ecstatic when he decided to shift to Mumbai around 3 years back. It was independence after a tyranny which lasted for the better part of my childhood. I had promised myself then that whatever happens I will never ever end up in a situation where I've to share space with him; but of course, irony and destiny can't let go off their pranks. I had also promised myself that I will never end up in Mumbai but agrhh... thats an all together different blog story anyways.

Contrary to what many would think, flat hunting was pretty exciting. In spite of it involving roaming around on a scooty with my brother (I wish I could upload a picture of both of us on that vehicle... I'm dead sure it'll be hilarious), it was a thrill I always got to see with people around, but never experienced myself. Though I joined my brother in our flat hunt a week later, after visiting the first of a few prospective flats my brother had been surprisingly pro active enough to short list, I instantly started imagining how I would personalize my room and/or whatever space the tyrant will allow me to have.

To make things even better, we ended up going to super market after our hunt and I got to feel another part of life here. It was a thrill in its own, may be not close to the one of having my own space, but a thrill indeed.

So whether we end up selecting a 1 BHK with a hall and one bedroom or a 1 BHK with 2 separate rooms, I'm still pretty pumped about the move in. Yes, it may be tiring, mildly pocket draining and would imply more adjustment time; it may also be that the thrill is very short lived and loses steam as soon as we enter the new place, but I'm still eager; sorta impatient as well... and excited for the tyrant to just decide on a place soon. Till then, I won't want to cease fascinating about how my space would end up looking. Even if I end up pulling out 30% of my elaborate plans of fancy alcohol bottles and expensive movie posters in my room, I'm pretty sure it'll still be a pretty damn super bachelor's pad :D.

P.S. - Houseparty updates to follow soon ;)