Skip to main content

Day 17: K for Konmari

Image
By
Atlast, my time on Netflix has paid,
I have finally mastered one trick of trade.
You guessed it, I have acquired the Konmari thirst.
The only difference is, I'm Konmari-ing my digital life first.

I started with my mailbox and asked myself this,
Does this subscription to a random newsletter spark any bliss?
And will you ever open a mass-blasted mail,
Even when it's personalized and starts with "Hi Preeti", without fail?

What about these monthly roundups from all your apps,
Some of which you haven't used in years, perhaps!
Nope. Can't see how thousands of unread mails spark any joy.
Let's unsubscribe in mass, Konmari ahoy!

Next I turned my attention to my social life.
[Opens Facebook] Oh wait, this girl is this guy's wife?
Sorry, got distracted for a second there.
That random piece of gossip sparked no joy, I swear.

Oooh that dog teaching baby to crawl is so cute.
That video sparked some joy in me, to tell you the truth.
But no, I must remain focused on my cause
Thank you dog, but you must now be paused.

How about Twitter and it's limit of 140 character?
Surely, reading byte sized jokes must make your heart flutter?
But who wants to be stuck in that echo chamber?
Sorry Twitter, you must go now, you will be remembered.

And so one by one, I cleared my digital clutter,
Closing accounts and pulling the shutter.
Feeling pleased with myself and my regained control,
I opened Netflix to tell Marie Kondo I was on a roll.
Unfortunately that's where my Konmari run fell through,
When Netflix said, here's a great new show, recommended just for you.
Labels:

Comments

  1. Vishal BheerooFriday, April 12, 2019

    haha Netflix is my new life nowadays and do suggest some good Indian stuffs. Just started with Hassan Minaj's Patriot Act... he's hilarious :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. DIWednesday, April 17, 2019

    Question - are you really off FB and Twitter? FB especially, takes a lot of guts to quit :|

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. PreetiWednesday, April 17, 2019

      FB Free for 8 months now! :)
      Twitter I am still there though. Need atleast 1 vice in life.

      Delete
  3. Gail M Baugniet - AuthorTuesday, April 23, 2019

    The title of this post caught my eye because I am just beginning my Konmari tidy-up of my home. But I see no light at the end of my social media clutter this year.
    Great poem, though!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Letters to the Upparwalla!

By
(Wow! BlogAdda made my day! :) ) Prologue: I have been SO so SO so lazy, busy and blank, that I stopped writing posts altogether. But then, on reflection, I thought I owed this one to the unseen forces above. Hence, this post! LETTER #1 To The Gods Above, 1, "All Roads Lead to Heaven" Road, Heaven - 000000 15.06.2010 From Un Faithful Earthling Somewhere on Earth - Does the pin code matter? Sir/Ma'am, SUB: Complaint Regarding Services Rendered             This is to bring to your kind attention, the highly unsatisfactory services being rendered to me, not at all in keeping with the Contract signed during my release to the Earth. Further, I wish to register a complaint regarding the following key issues: Interaction With Irritating People : According to Clause 4 of my Contract which you have also signed, it was mutually agreed by both parties, that during my peaceful stay on Earth, my interaction with irritating peo...
61 comments
Read more

The Truant Family!

By
The low hanging trees were always in demand. As Raji rushed for the nearest one, with her little brother in her tow, she cast a quick glance at the tree to survey the bounty. It was laden with fresh guavas, alright! Pumped, she put her foot on the lowest branch and pulled herself up. Raji had barely put her foot on the next branch, when she felt a tug on her skirt. Feeling a nudge of irritation, she peered down at her four year old brother. "What is it, Appu?" "Where's my guava?" he demanded. "Will you at least wait while I climb up?" She resumed her climb up carefully, so as not to tear her skirt. The trick was to choose the right branches.She had barely moved up one level, when she felt a tug again. She looked around for the nearest ripe guava and hurled it before Appu could speak.She heard his chuckles of delight as he dug into large juicy bites. That settled, she ensconced in a comfortable branch, and began her feast of the large, ripe guavas. S...
50 comments
Read more

The Battle of the Cities

By
"Aasmaan Se Tapka, Khajoor Ke Ped Pe Latka" How else would explain my wonderful vacation, moving from one hothouse called Delhi to another called Hyderabad? To be fair, I never thought I was going to a hill-station or Switzerland. But a cooler Hyderabad would have been so much more fun! Cities have their own ways of growing on you. Or of not growing, but clawing at you. Either way, you cannot ignore some cities. Hyderabad is one of them. 20 years, and our love-hate match continues. Day 1 is always the day of the bungle before the war. I emerge from the airport, all optimistic, with brushed up Telugu skills and renewed love for the hometown. Half an hour later, on the top of the long snake-like flyover, enroute to the city, the anger begins to kick in. Conversations with drivers. That's when I realize the war is on. I speak my posh, broken Telugu, and the drivers, their rude, unbroken Telugu. At some point, I try putting up a white flag and shift to Hindi politely. To n...
41 comments
Read more