Lame, who?... Me or the excuses?

It has been long I have not posted anything here. There are many reasons for that. In fact excuses. Or to be very precise lame excuses. I don’t know why, but they always come in the way between me and my interests, thereby killing them completely. I don’t have enough money and time to sue them. Other wise I would have put them behind the bars for mass slaughter. Although it might prove to be near suicidal for me, because I would have become a handicap without their support. But a brave man that I am, I would have still done that for the larger interests of me and myself.

I agree that these excuses always come to my rescue whenever I fall in the trap. They save me from the curses whenever I keep someone waiting for hours. They guard me from embarrassment every time I forget to wish my friends on their birthday. They are the saviour whenever I have to bunk office. What’s more, they have been with me since my childhood days. Just like a true friend who always comes to your help in your need. How can I forget those days when I have to cling to them for help whenever I reached school without completing my homework. I still feel nostalgic while recollecting those great escapes, after a bad class test or term exam. “The teacher is very miser in marking.” – I would say to my maa with an innocent look, “Other wise, believe me, no body could have stopped me from scoring 90%.” But when it comes to my interests, I must confess, they have been a deterrent for me. I would have been a better person minus all those lame excuses saving me by fighting my case, albeit illogically. I can never forgive myself for missing all those opportunities which I ignored. Who knows, I would have been a more successful man today if I refrained from giving excuses in favour of not availing those opportunities. But now I realise, it’s high time I defeat them and grow into a more disciplined person. I really need to turn the tide to my favour and make good fortune out of it. The fight is on, let’s see who wins.

The million dollar window seat!

That day I discovered the window seat, all over again. At 35,000 feet above the ground to be precise. I have always been a lover of window seat. Every time I board a train or travel by a bus, I hardly miss a chance to grab the window seat. And once there, I never get tired of catching a glimpse from it. No matter how long and tiring the journey is, I don’t feel the urge to read or talk with my fellow travellers. I just detach myself from everything and get hooked to the beauty outside. I don’t know why, but almost everything from that window seat seems nice to me. It presents life in a whole new frame to me and more often than not, it’s pleasant. There is something in it that heals my soul. And if there is cool breeze to accompany, then it’s all me and the window seat.

In the flight however, the window seat is not that an ideal canvas to showcase joy. But that day and that journey was something different. As I checked in I was delighted to see the seat number. It read ‘17A’. That means another day out beside the window. Great! But pity, the journey will last only two hours - I said to myself. So, I moved up the flight stairs, with a mixed reaction (guessing wildly about my co-passenger as I always do). Soon, the hostess’ announcement followed the take off, taking us up into the air.

I looked at my watch. It was 6.30 in the evening. The sun was slowly saying goodbye to the world after gifting another scorching summer day. The last signs of it left an orange tinge in the sky. The twilight provided a vibrant backdrop to the cityscape. It brought with it the promise of a pleasant evening. Few minutes later, the Public Addressing System distracted me. It was a routine announcement from the hostess. ‘The outside weather is rough. Kindly don’t unfasten your seat belts’. Surprised, I looked outside again. And what I saw was an experience of a lifetime.

It was a cloud nine experience, right from the word go. For it’s not everyday that you get a chance to cruise down the mountains of cloud and play hide-n-seek with the moon. It was truly an out- of- the- world experience. The world seemed like a small place to me. First time in my life, I felt humble realising how small I am in this vast universe. Suddenly, everything worldly seemed trifle to me and I rose above worldly pleasures. The rest is divine. Hard to describe in words. All to experience and cherish.

Yawwnnnnnn.........................

If laziness is a quality, I've it in plenty. May be there are people lazier than me, but sorry, I am too lazy to find them out. I know you must be thinking what's a big deal in it. It takes nothing to be lazy. But believe me, there's more to laziness than it meets your eyes. For one, it takes a lot of hardwork and determination. I mean, it's really hard to ignore all the education that force you to believe that you have to burn all your energy to succeed in life. It was hard, but I did my best to not waste my energy pondering on such preachings. It worked, and here I am, all happy and 'successful' with no energy loss.
Being lazy also means you have to face unwanted critisisms from people who just can't afford to be lazy( and therefore hate those who enjoy the privilege). In this situation, remaining focused helps. Don't give in to all the critisisms, just keep improving your laziness quotient and a day will come when everybody will give up. It's all about being consistent. Complacency is the key word to success. Not surprising, I give a lot of room to it. There is nothing called "once a lazy, always a lazy". You have to keep striving hard always.
All things said and done, I am still far away from attaining perfection in the trait. But one thing is sure, I will never stop trying to perfect the act. Believe me, I have also quit energy drinks. Now that's a sacrifice big enough to prove my sincerity.
So now that you are aware of the pains, I think it's doesn't go with my nature to keep writing and waste my energy. I will end with a small request, next time you come across a lazy bum, don't curse him, just try to recollect this writing.

26th December 2006

It was a wet winter evening in Delhi. The day was somber for me. It was the death anniversary of my grandmaa. Not that I was missing her badly. Five years are enough to heal her absence. But still her lingering memory kept haunting me. Even though my works were over, the rain kept me waiting at office. Not that I was complaining. Because it meant that I could extend my chatting session with 'someone'. Yeah, that rare someone,talking with whom was never boring. So the chatting (or adda, as we say it in Bangla) continued over trivial matters to matters more serious. Time passed and soon I was left alone in the office, as in the mean time the rain has stopped giving a chance to all to run home. Who cares to go home when you have such a beautiful reason to stay back. After all I hardly had anything interseting to do at home. Thank god, there was nothing more interesting.Otherwise, I would have not got that special eveining in my life. Now don't ask me why it was special. I have left enough hint for you to guess. In case you need more hint, I would just like to add, the rest of the evening was anything but dull. In fact it had more colours than the rainbow.