I Officially Acknowledge That I Can't Afford The Luxury Of Laziness Anymore.

I couldn't blog for last 7-8 days. The reason behind it was a combination of laziness on my part and something beyond my control. Carelessness and laziness have caused loads of troubles for me in the past. But now it is becoming clearer with each passing day that I can't afford the luxury of these human traits any more. A little bit delay from my side results in a lot of 'extra problems'. This entire post of mine is dedicated to the various happenings of yesterday having their origin in a very small act of laziness by me.

I had completed all the necessary formalities for applying to BIMTECH. The online form submission as well as drawing DD from the bank were completed by Thursday. The final part of the procedure needed the DD to be sent with the printout of the receipt and few other documents. I had 10 days to send it. The bug of laziness came into action. So, the sending of DD was postponed for the next week. Naturally Friday, Saturday and Sunday didn't feature in the 'next week'.

Monday i.e. 26th of January was our Republic Day. Yesterday the truth finally dawned on me that I had very less time in my hands now. I needed to send the DD urgently. Speed post facility was available from 10 to 4 in the nearest post office. I had to drop my sister at her college around 10:15 a.m. and post office is in the way. I would have easily done my work while returning, but the bug of laziness insisted on doing it later, before picking up my mom from her school. I gave in to the bug. I redrew the plan. Now the job was scheduled to be done at 1:30 p.m. I only had to collect my documents and go to the post office. From my past experiences I knew that it won't take more than 30 minutes there and I would reach on time at my mother's school to pick her up. I didn't even bother to arrange the documents and go through them to check whether something is missing or not. This time the bug of carelessness did its job very well. As a result, at 1:30 p.m. I was busy looking for a missing document.

By the time I found the missing document and arranged the rest, the smaller hand of the clock had gone past two. I rushed to the school. My mother was on the front gate of the school, chatting with one of her fellow teachers. I didn't even turn off the vehicle and asked her to come quickly as I feared that if the railway crossing closed, it would further delay my work. After dropping my mom at home, I reached post office at 2:45 p.m. There were 8-10 people in the queue for speed post but I had ample time. Before getting into the queue I had to purchase an envelope to put all of my documents inside. That's where another small problem came in. Post office didn't have the big envelopes. I had no other option but to go and buy it from some stationery shop. By the time I got back, the queue had gone longer and time had flew past 3 p.m.
I quickly put all of my documents inside the envelope, glued it and stood in the line.

A man had been standing by the counter for past 15-20 minutes, waiting for an opportunity to get his bundle of parcels treated by the post office person without getting into the line. All the persons before me didn't give him this opportunity and neither he could push his way through as all of them were aged men. The moment he saw me, he grabbed his bundle and got in front of me. Though I'm a very patient person, owing to the all that had been happening for a while, I lost my temper and had heated argument with him. The post office personal, instead of helping me, asked us to resolve the matter ourselves. Both of us knew that eventually I would concede. A look at my face and body structure and you will know why? That is what actually happened. I could get over with my work at around 3:45 only, exactly an hour after I had entered the post office for the first time. I took a deep breath. The job was done and now I could go back home and enjoy the evening tea.

That day had another new list of troubles waiting for me. As soon as I got out, my mother called me and told that we had forgotten our 1 kg milk at my mother's school. The instruction was very clear. Go there and fetch the milk from the gatekeeper of the school. Now this was again my fault. My haste had led her forgetting about the milk. When I reached school another surprise was waiting for me. The gatekeeper had boiled the milk just a few minutes back. He didn't have a utensil in which I could take that milk. There was no other option but to wait for the milk to cool down so it could be filled in back into the plastic bag. Taking into account the winter season, I knew it would take another half hour before it happens. It was better to go home and come back in the evening. Cursing the day, I got onto my vehicle. I thought that was the end and the things won't go any worse now. I was wrong again. There is an old saying that 'best thing comes in last'.

I drive a moped, which is popularly known as Luna here. I call it my Ferrari. My friends think that my combination with my moped is deadly. So, they call me 'Ghost Rider'. Only thing missing is the 'mystical chain'. Devendra had advised me to look for a worn out moped chain in an auto repairing store, though I havn't given much thought to it myself. Now, coming back to the 'next best thing' that happened with me. Exactly in the midway to my home, moped came to halt with a couple of jerks. I didn't need to be Einstein to comprehend that it had ran out of fuel. I had enough petrol to do my work and retun home, in the morning. But the futile rides, which I had to take due to my laziness and carelessness, led to exhausting my whole fuel in the midway itself. Another icing on the cake was that both the nearest petrol pumps were atlest 2 km away and I had just Rs. 20 in my wallet. I finally reached home at 4:45 p.m., fully exhausted.

Observing what happened with me yesterday, I can now officially acknowledge that 'I cannot have the luxury of laziness any more.'