From the couch and about the couch

Curled on the couch...that is in fact the most favorite position of mine.Any body who comes home, will be greeted by this sight that I am cozily tucked on the bed or the sofa couch with a book. Earlier it was my dad, who was complaining about finding me always on the bed. Now, it's my husband, who teases me (he does not dare to complain you see!!:p) that I am always there on the bed.
When I was young my mum complained that I was like a climber vine, who could never keep her spine upright for long. At that time being in class 2 and just having studied in living science that Bougainvillea was a climber plant. I did not mind being called a bougainvillea plant as I could almost envision myself into that winding plant with its pinkish flowers. In fact I almost prided myself of the fact and never could fathom my mum's displeasure. My mum was however not too impressed with her creative daughter's picturesque imagination and ensured that I sat upright while studying. I abided by her instructions, but being the Bougainvillea that I was, I propped  a pillow behind my back to keep me in place. My mum tried to get me out of that habit, but to no avail and she gradually gave up.
Apart from the time when I was studying, I was always there on the couch, either licking on a chocolate or flipping through the pages of a comic book.
But, the Bougainvillea in me had not given up on its intrinsic nature. When I was in college I started studying late into the night and so there was no body to keep a  watch on me. I was given a room of my own and it gave me the scope to be me - the creeper in me. Because by now I actually realised that I was  a creeper and not a climber. Not a bougainvillea but a more apt pumpkin. I also resembled one at that time.
No exercise, no work, only studies and gorging on junk food and then flopping down on the bed - what else could be expected.I was a couch pumpkin, mind it not a couch potato!!
Of course, there were benefits. No body asked me to do any thing, because they did not have the least bit of hope that I would do it any way.So my family members had left me to my lazy self. I hardly moved out of my room except for college and there also I dreamt of my couch while sleepily writing down the notes,  without comprehending most of it.
My couch had everything. All my provisions. All I had to do was just extend my hand and everything was within my reach. There were books, papers, magazines, chocolates, nail clippers, combs, lotion bottles, water bottles and every other thing on Earth that was required.
However, good times do not last forever. Mine was also cut short with the end of college. My university was not so close by as my college. I needed to travel for at least one hour to reach my  university and then with endless projects assignments and tests, I had to actually bid good bye to my couch days.
I became more of a mouse pumpkin (pumpkin working on the computer;I still retained my pumpkinesque figure) as I was either researching about topics or writing assignments - the couch was a very big distraction but then failing in class was also not an option.
Gradually however, another thing caught up.'Adda' the endless chatting sessions with friends; topics ranging from as mundane as scams to more serious like who made the best 'alu r chop's in town to more literary ones like Tagore and Victoria Okampo's relationships or Pirandello and Chekov.
In the meantime my sister took over my room and being the disciplined person that she was was; she immediately cleaned up the entire bed and messed up my life.After all there was discipline in my indiscipline.I knew exactly which side of the bed my comb resided.. But, now thanks to her, I could not even comb my unruly hair, unless she thrusted the comb in my hands from the designated shelf.
Gradually my adda produced results and my figure started resembling a human figure more than that of a pumpkin.
But now again am back to curling on the couch; back from the grinding office work, am to be always found posted on the bed. But Do not think that just because am there, I do not know, what is goin on there.All my other senses are at their best. I can exactly call out when my husband smokes in the study or stealthily tells the cook to make an omelet for him (which is a strict  no-no for him).
My caustic comments and lectures also continues. and I intend to share my takes on different issues from here; curled up on the couch.

PS: Well...this was written quite some time back and though I still love curling on the couch...but times are different now...Life has added loads of responsibilities...am a mom to a teen... working from home. From the time I started this blog and now...Life happened and though I still like to stay curled on the couch...I have to take care of many things before I can do that. So here I am trying to find ways to stay put on the couch and reduce my tasks and take shortcuts to keep things in place around the home and my life.