Some of you may look at me and laugh, but I
find it perfectly normal. Some others may shake their heads and roll their
eyes, but I shall be the one laughing when they’re sick, bored and stuck doing
nothing in bed. I’m talking about hygiene. Let me share with you some incidents
from my life which prove I’m the kind of person who’s very particular about
hygiene. Especially when I’m eating, when I’m in public or when I’m away from
home for a long time.
Firstly and almost always- I’m very
particular about hygiene when I’m eating (my family hates me because of this).
One such incident was when I was on a road trip with my family and some other
relatives. We had stopped at a hotel after a long, sleepless, boring, tiring
journey. I’m pretty sure everyone felt the same way as me after the trip
because when we got out of the cars they were all looking the same way as me.
We quickly dumped our luggage and bags and headed for dinner. After all we were
starving. The hotel wasn’t much just a normal Indian roadside hotel. The
problem was when we reached the dining hall. The table assigned to us had flies
buzzing around food and used tissues on the table. I had lost my 8 hour
appetite in 8 seconds. It was ghastly, I was almost in tears. We stared at the
table in horror for a while and then went back to our senses. Finally my mother
went and called the staff. They cleaned up the table and left, but by the time
they had gone I had lost my appetite.
My family looks back at that day and laughs
at our silliness. I look back at that day and get nightmares. I will admit the next story is quite
awkward, but it definitely shows how cautious I am about hygiene in public.
It was a normal day at the mall and my
family and I had just finished watching a movie. We were heading to the parking
lot and we quickly used the restroom. My mother came out and we made our way to
the car. There were a few janitors on the way and they were just cleaning the
place. My mom suddenly jumped over one of their mops and narrowly avoided the
other’s broom. My father, sister and I
just walked around them and joined my mother. She later explained to us that
she had seen the same janitor dipping her broom into the pot in the toilet. We
nodded in silent understanding. Later we laughed about it but were actually
mildly disgusted. We have now agreed to never be touched by any of the
janitor’s mops or such.
I did admit that story was awkward, but
well you know the saying “better safe than sorry”. I’m sure the next story
about being particular about hygiene when I’m not at home for a long time would
have been experienced by some of you.
I was on an Indigo Airlines flight from
Bangalore to Orissa to visit my grand-parents. We had just taken off and were
cruising at 28,000 ft.
I pressed the button on the side of my seat to lean back, but it didn’t work. I
tried again and again, but with no avail. Finally I left it alone and tried to
sleep, but there was something sticky and gooey on my finger. I looked at it
and fell into shock. It was chewing gum! I was going to have a heart attack. I
went to the restroom, washed my hands thrice and switched seats with my dad. I
fell asleep soon after.
Now I’m sure everyone thinks I’m crazy and
over-cautious, but at least when I say I’m particular about hygiene no one will
question me! Especially when I’m eating,
when I’m in public or when I’m out of home for a long time!
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