Procrastination

Maybe, i will write about it tomorrow...

Hahaha, that's the quintessential me. How can i not make a mention of my sheer urge to put off everything to tomorrow. I am big time fan of the modern mix of Kabeer's doha - Aaj kare so kal kar, kal kare so parson; itni bhi kya jaldi hai abhi jab umar padi hai barson. How very convenient to shroud my laziness. It takes many forms.

The 5min syndrome 7.25 AM? Just 5 min more. 8AM.. 8.30AM... 9.10AM... Oh, $&#%@, a meeting at 10AM. Then everything is a blur. Many a world records might be broken every day enroute to finally making it for the meeting 15 minutes late.

Meetings Little do we realise, these are probably the most professionally accepted mode of postponing things that could otherwise have been done within the time a committee meets up to debate on why it is the other party's responsibility to do it. Who said the corporates are better than the kindergarteners?

Busy status messages Bless the genius who invented the Away or Busy status messages in office instant message communicators. What better way to show the boss you are really engrossed in work and thus delay responding to the email that he/she is waiting for.

Telly melee What would hapless husbands have done if not for the late evening football matches? "Darling, can you come over for a minute", comes the sweet call from the kitchen. "Wait, Maradona is going to score a goal just now!!!". Seeing the way the animated guy is running around the sidelines while the other 11 Argentines are battling it out, poor wifey has no way to know that the so-called mortal with Almighty's Hand is actually not even playing. How can she ask the hubby to go out to throw the trash in such a critical situation? And voila, this one task is also kept aside for later. You bet the sharp-witted wife has her own way to get back and this time the lesser-half has to wait for an hour to get dinner while the wife keeps saying "just a minute". In the meanwhile he bears through the four drops of tears trickling down the eyes of the oh-so-sweet bahu in TV. Damn, which stone-age wife do they show in these silly soaps?

Weekend couch slouch This is probably a very familiar scene in a bachelors's accommodation in the IT Capital where the smart software engineer (wasn't that an oxymoron?) is lying all day on the worn-out beanbag sweating profusely on a hot summer afternoon but watching endless routines of a stupid swayamvar on TV. And when the other roomie enters tired in the evening, requests in an innocent and begging tone, "Could you please switch on the fan? It is such a hot day today?". When would someone invent a remote for a ceiling fan as well so that the poor guy does not have to wait for the roomie to walk in to the room again late in the evening after a movie and ask him to switch off the fan then as the rains has got the weather to be chilling?

Pauls, Parakeets & Prayers There would be those you see around a dime a dozen who would time their ablutions to a later hour just because the unaware little cat did the unpardonable by walkiing across. Holding back on getting your hands on the sleek new car you have been so eager to buy just because it is not a "good" day. Delaying the plans of the long pending romantic getaway because you did not see the correct number of mynahs in the tree during your evening stroll. Waiting for months for casting the protagonists for your dream movie project untill someone come along with three succesive 'A's in the name. Last heard some of the disgraced exit-makers in the recent soccer world cup are seriously contemplating swapping their coach with Paul the Octopus.

Ideal idyllic idleness Then there are those esteemed ones who do it for the sheer pride of indolence. Nothing beats their joy of joblessnes and thus propagate procrastination.