Beginning is
something which is the most difficult task to do when you belong to the
community of procrastination.
Its been
months that I haven’t written anything, read anything or done anything
meaningful. Actually long vacations have a tragic effect on one’s activities. You
don’t sleep till late in the night, you don’t get out of bed and you don’t seem
to be doing anything but hogging around for daytime sleep, for food or for that
matter anything in which metabolism is not required.
So, this has
been the case with me ever since May that my holidays started. Yes, there were
plannings, to go here, to visit a friend there and to get a pair of jeans or a
sturdy bag or Puma chappals. But plans remain as plans for me. To rot at one
place for about 21 years and not even going out at the time of vacation would
be something intolerable. But abiding by this intolerance, I stayed at home doing
nothing.
What did I
do at home for about 3 months? Literally NOTHING. I was trapped in an infinite
loop of Eat+Sleep for all these days with my stomach bulging out. Oh! Didn’t I
tell you about my plans of GYMMING. Hell yes, I planned of going to the gym
regularly but to my dismay (consoling myself) I couldn’t. That happens man, it’s
okay.
The unholy
tale of procrastination doesn’t end here. It has other parts too like Gangs of
Wasseypur and Dark Knight. Punch me for this that I haven’t watched these two
EPIC movies yet. And I have watched Cocktail. Bang. Who the hell punched me
(startled)?
So the
nights were long (even the days were) and the best time pass for me was to open
facebook and scroll the page up and down and hear the clock tick tock (sounds
interesting, right?). I was the most boring and dull person in the whole
vacations if you ask me (or my Mom for that matter). She was the one pissed
most with me.
May, June,
July, August…ohh did I just say August? It seems so. August is my favourite
month. The Yo boy of them all. Coz it’s my fucking birthday in August :D A
bloody lazy person was born in August. But surely talented just like the likes
of Antonio Banderas, Roy Keane, Henri Nestle, Andrew Sullivan and many more
prodigies. Who knows what’s there in the hat for me, what might just pop out
and bring good fortunes.
A believer I am, in God (now, Yes). And right now I am
thinking that all of you are ready with your shoes, slippers, tamatars, andaas,
jhaadus and what not to just throw at me and hurt me in a way that I have been
hurting you for all the bullshit that I have written above and for wasting your
much valuable time.
PS: Sorry
folks, hope that now I would write something sensible after months.
