So, we decided to move his things into what was previously called "my-room". The imposing, "room; like it or leave it", is still stuck on the door. So, sharing my guarded privacy with him was something which was unthinkable previously. Some sudden brainwave struck our brains, and we sat down and discussed the possibilities of the "merger". My folks were dead against it. When you have two brats in the same room, managing trouble becomes tougher. After a long haul of arguments and convincing sessions, my dad finally agreed. But it was on us to move the things around in the room.
Pre-merger: My room looked like a war savaged zone. there was no way you could enter, without tripping on a few books or gliding on sheets of paper. My clothes were dumped on one end of the bed. My books stood like a tall building on a chair. At any given point, you could find, a half-read novel lying on the pillow, my college books lying untouched beside it. food is an add on and blaring music from the computer. My mom affectionately called it, a "pig-sty".
Advantages: I get to listen to some real time gossip. Everytime I overhear him on the phone, I seriously think there exists a generation-gap between us. I have talking company! Yes, I bug him with my incessant torture now. Has built a really strong fevibond. Discussions sessions can be easily conducted by simply shutting the door. I cant think of too many advantages :P.
The best thing and the worst thing about the room merging concept is. My room is no more called the “pig-sty”, it has lost its original charm and identity. Good thing! Its super clean and super nice to look at :D