The Posterisation Postulation

I have posterised our cubicle-- literally.

The other day, I was getting very bored, with all the exam preparations and the movie-marathons, I decided it was time I changed things. So I collected all the pretty College Prospectus I could gather from the two houses, cut out the prettiest pictures, and put 'em up. It took me one whole day(and some more, actually), but it was worth it.

Our very small cubicle is now decorated by 83 pictures and data-sheets from 27 colleges in the US and Canada. Some of them are informative( Colgate informs us that Triskaidecaphobia is the fear of number 13), some witty, and some I put on just because they had pretty girls.

Nimesh and Sajan(my roommates, fyi) were pretty concerned in the beginning.They were worried I would mess the room up. Now they are thankful. In fact, Sajan is shouting around the houses, telling people that out cube is the most colorful of 'em all.

I spent two small bottles of Fevicol, one small stick of Fevi Stick, and wore down an old scissor. The room was messy for the next two days, with Sajan refusing to clean up the mess I had created, Nimesh out of School, and I so tired by the sticking that I did not want to do the clean-up. Yesterday, Sajan and I agrred that we could clean half-and-half. I kept my part of the deal by cleaning the inner half, and Sajan swept away all the pieces of papers just outside our door. With all the coming and going, a lot of the dirt is probably coming back. I'll have to tell house didi to please clean things up.

The pasting was fun, but I am really concerned about myself now. At some point between the 10AM and the 1 AM next morning, the project turned from my quirky idea to make our room colorful(sometimes painfully colorful, as Sajan says) to an obsession. Towards the end, I did not want to stop cutting and pasting. My writs and heels were paining terribly, and I was very hungry, but I did not want to stop. While cutting and pasting, I ask Sajan to throw away the glue so that I could sleep. He teased me and went to the day room to watch his 3rd movie that day. So I had to force myself to get out of the room, and throw the bottle as far as I could. Immediately after throwing, a part of me actually wanted to run to the bushes to get the bottle back, but I controlled myself and went to sleep.

So now I know cutting and pasting is fun in more fun in real life than in word. Also: if I ever go crazy, I can probably control myself.