gender confusion?!

His parents are coming over today – so we have been trying to clean up the place and make it spick and span. They are sticklers for neatness – everything has to be in its place and all that.

i, on the other hand, am untidy to say the least. Maybe it is having grown up with people always tidying up after me – at home, i had my big sisters; in hostel S used to tidy up the corner of my room; now he does the tidying up. i have books in every corner – read and leave them, that is my policy! Hell, i can’t even fold a shirt properly – not that i am proud of the fact! i could be possibly one of the worst home-keepers in this world. i seem to float around in my own world where mundane worries occupy no place. But, to my credit, when i do take up house cleaning – rare occasions indeed - i go the whole hog.

Sometimes, i wonder why it is that i have so few feminine traits – no, i don’t feel like a guy trapped in a woman’s body! i can’t stand perfumes – i breathe through my mouth when i am in a perfume shop much to S’ amusement -, am emotionally allergic to ornaments of any kind – i did go through a phase in college when i wore earrings and junk jewellery. Now the only thing i wear willingly (apart from clothes, that is!) is a platinum ring. i don’t like frilly garments. No wonder S tells me sometimes “Tumi ki meye (Are you a girl?)”! Hah!