One hectic day follows another. Was occupied throughout the day executing domestic chores that had piled up over the past few days.

A clean house evokes a sort of confidence that goes a long way in making us feel good. The inspiration lies in the scores of Japanese movie I have watched. All houses in the movies were sparse and minimalistic. There was little to no fat in the houses and the wooden floorboards only magnified the beauty of the interiors. I also aim to achieve a similar effect through a sustained campaign aimed at maintaining and enhancing today’s work. Before today, I had a set plan on how to go about my day and that included executing small chores the moment I came back from the office. While I was able to carry out the tasks for a few days, I couldn’t maintain the tempo and chores began to pile up. I have found that household chores answer most of our existential queries, right from the basic ‘why me?’ to ‘what’s the purpose of life’.

Whenever problems rob the wind out of our sails, the question we direct skywards is why me? Similar is the case with household chores; just miss or procrastinate the task once and a mega pile up awaits you. If one were to exercise due diligence in household tasks, all works could be done without much fuss. A person whose house is in disarray can seldom claim to be a man of merit, for journey towards godliness begins at home. A person giving scant regard for the domestic chores can’t be expected to direct serious energy to any task outside. Imagine a person walking into a house steeped in squalor and filth of his own making, what respite or rest can he expect in such intellectually debilitating circumstances? The pile up he triggers is etched on to his brain subconsciously and whether he is aware of it or not, it weighs him down and puts paid to any hopes of any productive activity. The why-me moment happens only due to our own disregard for trifles that are an essential part of our daily lives. Responsibility is a virtue that can scarcely be divorced from freedom; one who cannot bear the burden of domestic responsibly can never truly enjoy freedom.

The purpose of life is having a purpose. In the long run, as JM Keynes famously said, we all would be dead. However, having a purpose in life ensures that we die only after drawing our last breath. I grew up in the cow belt of the country where young men were encouraged to give kitchens and domestic chores a wide berth. While the boys grew up under the delusion that their skipping the home affairs was a manly trait, they lost out on the opportunity to groom themselves and live a life of independence. The dependence on others for sustenance and clean linen forces them to negotiate the labyrinth of life using torches held by others. Such people can claim to have higher purpose in their lives, but it stands to reason that one who is not responsible for himself can never be trusted with power and position, where he would be responsible for others.

Little Duke has a field day soiling the rooms and messing the linen. He is so tiny that you would be scared to raise your voice lest he should be blown away. Caesar, the old rascal, has now become a responsible elder brother, taking care of the little fellow, just like my brother looks after me. It’s fun to have dogs in the house. They teach you a lot about unconditional love and surprise you each day with their passion and happiness. Owning a puppy is much like bringing up a baby; you never know what tantrum they would throw up next. Anyway, going to watch Red Beard, as I need some material for my review and a certain push in the right direction, which only masters can give. It’s funny though. Kurosawa made a black and white movie and named it Red Beard; I mean how could the audience tell?