Its locked. Hmm let me recheck. Yupp its locked. But what if i yanked it a bit and the lock broke.Yank!. Its still locked. Alright, confident, time to go to bed. Not sure what kind of phobia this is or if it even qualifies as a phobia, but I generally tend to check, double check and recheck locks and bolts quite a few times (thrice to be precise) before I actually decide that no skilled thief is gonna break in and steal stuff from my house.
Kinda crazy i know. Somehow this practise has stuck on for several years and try as i might cant quite change it. The funny part is, i saw a film the other day, a Jack Nicholson flick, where he checks a door thrice before deciding it was locked. Thrice here as well!!! Yikes, reality kinda hit hard. Is that what i looked like? Yanking a door before i decided it was locked?? Me? Yupp pretty much. I watched that film sometime back, and was quite sure i resembled a clown had someone really noticed me in the act of checking locks and bolts.
Ive stopped being the person to check doors before sleeping. The routine thoroughly tires me out. My brother has taken over. Funnily, the other day, while he was checking the grill door in the verandah, I was ironing my clothes near by, I noticed my brother yanking the lock. Shocked, surprised, are these things hereditary as well. Did he see me do this or was it a natural instinct. Not too sure about that. Tried following my mum and dad around the house when they were bolting up to notice any similar traits. They were wondering if I was snooping around for something. Weird. Strange. Dont think i will ever find out if its just something unique or if i can blame my genes!!!
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Hi Aarthi (hope I got your name right!!! :-)
You know the very simple act that you described struck a very similar chord in me!!!!!
How many countless nights have I noted the very same ritual by my dad in Hyderabad --living in an isolated place & battening down for the night... Reminded me of a submarine--everything airtight --againt intruders--- 2 legged & insects & snakes!!!!
I think -- its the parents anxiety & resolve to protect what is theirs in the earlier days when things were costly & protecting possessions were were a part of life.....
Today everything is use & throw... So its rather instinctive that it has rubbed on you....
BTB its my job at home every night :--)
Also BTB...I visited the Dakshina Chitra--heritage village on East Coast Road near Muttukadu last week... I was fascinated.... Have you seen the Iyengar House in that layout??? Out of the world in orthodox exactness......
Shesh
heyy..yea cud be hereditary but like i said i snooped behind them when they locked up and did not find anything weird...
dakshina chitra supposed to be a great place..the only day i planned to visit, i drove all the way there and it was closed!!!
bad scene im yet to visti
Nice post. Kinda rings a bell. I bet it's hereditary. These days, more often I see my dad in me -- certain mannerisms of his, that I used to hate when I was younger, have simply clung on to me after so many years, and that too without my own knowledge(In fact, am kinda beginning to like those;brings me closer to my dad)! This phenomenon cannot be explained in words. I just have one word for it - "Genes" :)
Was that As Good As it Gets?
That's a nice movie. I realized that I did a lot of things too after I saw that movie. For e.g. I was bent on symmetry. If I did something with one hand, I had to do it with the other. I know it sounds stupid. But here's the good news. I lost it! It's not hard and you can if you want to.
The only question is - Do you want to? ;)
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