Just finished reading this excellent post by Richa Singh. We are all creatures of habit and cannot do without things that are essential to us. I won't go near food, clothes and shelter; just mention the other essentials that you want on you all the time. Again, I won't mention house keys and money, these are rather mundane. I choose to mention the essentials that define me.
My Phone:
This is going to pretty much on everyone's list. Ever since the advent of mobile phones everyone pats their pockets to feel the familiar bulge before stepping out of house. There are times when I have blanked out and reached office without mine. It hasn't killed me so far but I do feel like I have left my baby at the railway station. As soon as I get home, I pounce on my phone to find out what has been happening in my little world while I was away.
Internet:
I have mentioned this separately. Phone is one thing, internet another. It is hard to breathe in a non-wifi world. At home, internet downtime on my laptop makes me feel like Robinson Crusoe watching the ship sail away without him. Luckily, my son feels worse. He is on the phone with the provider before you can say Jack Robinson and giving them a dressing down for letting the internet drop.
I use a prepaid pack on my phone and the notification about its limits being reached throws me into a tizzy. I am on to Paytm in no time for my recharge. I could easily get into a rehab for internet addicts.
Pens and paper:
I must have, in my bag or on my person, a set of pens. One just does not cut it. I have to have at least four pens at a time. I am a real pen-junkie. Let me inside a stationary shop and I start fiddling with pens and buying a batch whether I need them or not. They don't have to be expensive, just different. I like using pens of colors other than the boring ink-blue. I like keeping tiny notepads or a sheet of paper. Sometimes I fold a plain sheet of paper, cut it, and staple it to make a makeshift notepad.
Lip Balm and Hand Cream:
I am not big on make-up. A bit of a cream for the face is enough for me. I try to be regular on kajal but forget often. BUT. Lip balm is another story. I have four or five tubes of every hue of lip balm at various nooks and crannies of my house. Near the television seat, my bed, in the drawer of my workstation, in my bag, on my dresser. The very nanosecond my lips feel a little dry, I need a coat. Similarly for hand cream, I need a bottle handy to slather on my hands whenever they feel even a little dry.
Water:
Water is my manna, my nectar. It keeps me hydrated and well. If I don't drink my requisite volumes, I fall ill. I really do. I have to have a bottle handy whenever I step out of the house. If someone reports an illness, I always ask if they drink enough water. Try it.
Because of my water-mania, shared by son, I have a number of fancy water bottles around the house. I try to avoid plastic and drink off a steel bottle. I would prefer glass but as they are breakable I avoid them.
My Phone:
This is going to pretty much on everyone's list. Ever since the advent of mobile phones everyone pats their pockets to feel the familiar bulge before stepping out of house. There are times when I have blanked out and reached office without mine. It hasn't killed me so far but I do feel like I have left my baby at the railway station. As soon as I get home, I pounce on my phone to find out what has been happening in my little world while I was away.
Internet:
I have mentioned this separately. Phone is one thing, internet another. It is hard to breathe in a non-wifi world. At home, internet downtime on my laptop makes me feel like Robinson Crusoe watching the ship sail away without him. Luckily, my son feels worse. He is on the phone with the provider before you can say Jack Robinson and giving them a dressing down for letting the internet drop.
I use a prepaid pack on my phone and the notification about its limits being reached throws me into a tizzy. I am on to Paytm in no time for my recharge. I could easily get into a rehab for internet addicts.
Pens and paper:
I must have, in my bag or on my person, a set of pens. One just does not cut it. I have to have at least four pens at a time. I am a real pen-junkie. Let me inside a stationary shop and I start fiddling with pens and buying a batch whether I need them or not. They don't have to be expensive, just different. I like using pens of colors other than the boring ink-blue. I like keeping tiny notepads or a sheet of paper. Sometimes I fold a plain sheet of paper, cut it, and staple it to make a makeshift notepad.
Lip Balm and Hand Cream:
I am not big on make-up. A bit of a cream for the face is enough for me. I try to be regular on kajal but forget often. BUT. Lip balm is another story. I have four or five tubes of every hue of lip balm at various nooks and crannies of my house. Near the television seat, my bed, in the drawer of my workstation, in my bag, on my dresser. The very nanosecond my lips feel a little dry, I need a coat. Similarly for hand cream, I need a bottle handy to slather on my hands whenever they feel even a little dry.
Water:
Water is my manna, my nectar. It keeps me hydrated and well. If I don't drink my requisite volumes, I fall ill. I really do. I have to have a bottle handy whenever I step out of the house. If someone reports an illness, I always ask if they drink enough water. Try it.
Because of my water-mania, shared by son, I have a number of fancy water bottles around the house. I try to avoid plastic and drink off a steel bottle. I would prefer glass but as they are breakable I avoid them.
