I spoke to my friend today and she was telling me about the 30-day Minimalism pact which involves giving away stuff every day. You start with one thing on the first day and on the last day, you give away 30 items. She was telling me how good it made her feel – she’s on her seventh day of the challenge now.
It’s absolutely liberating to give away stuff you don’t need, and sometimes things you think someone else needs more than you do. Given how much I hate clutter, I keep clearing up my closet and my home every now and then. My wardrobe is reduced to half now, because I periodically give away clothes and shoes to my maid and the other women who work in the society I live in.
I realised I never re-read any of my books, so once I’m done with them, I pass it on to friends and family, so my bookshelf is really just the topmost shelf of my little cupboard. I stopped buying clothes and cosmetics; I don’t even wear make-up, nope, not even an eye-liner these days, because most of them make my eyes burn and water. I’m tempted to add I’m too pretty for make-up but we all know it’s a lie.
When I was a kid, one of my favourite things to do was to clean up my wardrobe and discard a whole bunch of clothes, clean up my bookshelf, toy shelf, sift through my audio cassette collection and photo albums, re-arrange furniture in the living room, clean the centre-table and arrange all the newspapers into a nice clean stack. Yeah, I was a peculiar kid. Also, I’m sure my folks kind of exploited this weakness and used me to get stuff cleaned. Happy days.
When I left Madras to get married, I arrived in Delhi with just one suitcase full of clothes. Also because when one is eloping, one cannot really pack everything one needs; how do you pack when you know you’ll be gone for a lifetime? I know of someone who even packed gold jewellery the night she planned to run away with her boyfriend, but thankfully, she did not have to, because their parents agreed to get them married after all. No such luck in my case.
In Jaipur, where we spent a few months, I would wear M’s t-shirts and baggy shorts at home because I did not have enough clothes. I bought most of my clothes that I now own at the season sale in July 2013. I remember queuing up outside Shopper’s Stop in Gaurav Towers, Malviya Nagar, Jaipur on the first day of the sale and spending half a day picking up clothes that were on sale.
And since then, the only time that I ever shop for clothes is whenever there is a big sale – February and July-August. And I ensure that if I’m buying 4 sets of clothes, I give away at least 4 from my wardrobe. It’s a practice I have stuck to and it has ensured that my wardrobe is free of clutter, and I have just what I need.
However, I can’t say the same about my kitchen. I have trimmed it down to what I think are the bare essentials, but I can’t stop buying new ingredients, more containers, appliances and quarter plates. Added to it are M’s collection of glasses that occupy at least 2 full shelves in the kitchen, and his old coffee mugs which he’s attached to like emotionally. Besides, my mom has been threatening to send me a compact grinder and I almost fought with her over it. She and my mum-in-law are also responsible for filling my kitchen with random utensils, most of which I don’t use.
And don’t even get me started on crockery sets – the most notorious Indian gifting scam if there ever was one. I’m determined not to gift it to anyone; it’s pointless, and it’s only because someone decided to discard it that it is now lying in a forsaken corner in my home, constantly reminding me how much I don’t need it. So, it’s up for grabs now.
I gape at the stylish kitchens in home decor magazines and wonder how people would dare to even work in a kitchen that is so pretty. Blue pottery plates, Moroccan tea sets, the most stunning Le Creuset bakeware; I mean, I have a beautiful Ikat quarter plate and a bamboo bowl that I refuse to use because it’s just too beautiful. It would break my heart if it chipped off or if there was a stain on it that would stay permanently. Shudder.
Why do we attach so much significance to material possessions? They may be functional, pretty to look at, but they are totally replaceable. We don’t ‘need’ them as much as we ‘want’ them, yet we can’t seem to let go of them. Which is why I think these minimalism pacts and suchlike really force us to be more mindful and conscious of the things we are taking for granted, without a thought.
This is another very practical 30-day Minimalism Challenge that is not just about de-cluttering your home, but also your mind, and hence, your entire life.