Tuesday, May 15, 2007

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.

Monday, May 14, 2007

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.