Lazy Bums


01/03/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal


I believe it goes hand in hand with Lethargy.

These two are my biggest nemesis. It is well known among my main circle that I love planning. Executing the same is another thing. I think I might have quoted the exact same sentence earlier too. That means I am also predictable, unoriginal, laid back, forgetful and stupid. I’m so lazy that I find it too much work to even think of a better phrase for myself!

Just imagine the depth to which I have fallen. And I call myself a writer. Sigh!

I’m trying very hard to not make this a post where I rant about the usual things that I usually rant about. About not getting time to do enough writing; about not getting the freedom to change professional choices; about not being a person who can be bracketed off as an “A grade go-getter” and other sundry rants.

This is a post where I shall give you an insight into my persona. I’ll tell you how bad I have been regarding this lethargy thingy in the past few months. I’ll start with the biggest blot in my life so far. The last sentence is obviously an exaggerated statement. I am completely sure that I have done worse. I just forgot.

Anyway, today I happened to have a look see into my idle and stinking “To-Do List” which I have posted in more than just a couple of places. I have it in my Evernote account, I have a list in my cell phone, a list on my notice board at work and also in a diary at home.

No matter how many places I have the same items of “Important stuff that needs to be done NOW” I somehow screw it all up. As of today, there are at least 5 items on them that needed to be done yesterday.

At least a year and a half back, when I was returning home after dropping my parents at the railway station for their annual trip up north to visit the extended family, I came across a blind couple at place close to my house. If I was to walk I would take not more than 30 minutes to reach the particular place. They were poor and were living on the barest of necessities. They didn’t exactly beg for alms; they had a tabla and a flute which they used to attract attention. Passing folks threw a couple of coins at them onto their small towel spread over a square foot in front of the. They threw coins without breaking their strides, without a thought it would seem. Perhaps they were a regular sight to the regular commuters at the station.

They caught my fancy. I wanted to give them a good sum. Now, by “good sum” I mean something within the vicinity of 50 to 80 bucks, nothing grand but I really really wanted to. I didn’t do it a that moment because my uncle was with me, and he considers giving 10 bucks as a tip to the waiter a great great show of benevolence required never more than once every two years or so. Nothing against him. He’s earned his money the hard way; I’m the one who’s being so charitable based on the money earned by my dad.

That make me a prick in a way, but for now let’s say it does not.

Like I said, it’s been at least a year and a half and I still haven’t found the opportunity to do the deed that I solemnly promised myself to do. There are times when I do remember it and I tell myself that i’d do it today. It’s never “I’ll do it NOW”; it’s always “today” or “tomorrow” or “during my break”.

I’m pretty much a basket case when it comes to doing stuff. Of course, let it be known that I am a picture of boundless energy when I am ASKED to do something. But if you eave at my choice then, trust me, you’ll be disappointed. Give me a time bound activity and I will almost achieve it always; but this won’t happen if I am the one setting the time!

Siddiqui F.

4 thoughts on “Lazy Bums

  1. amarllyis says:

    “Give me a time bound activity and I will almost achieve it always; but this won’t happen if I am the one setting the time!” Time bound is the operative word here.

    And acceptance is the first step to recovery. So get off your ass and go do all those things you need to and come and write about those.

  2. Jayesh Rawal says:


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