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!