Laziness and me are siamese twins. It trails me unfailingly wherever I go. I dream a lot, but my laziness stops me from realizing that dream. I make endless list of to-do-things every day. But at the end of the day, the list remains as the list.. nothing done.
Now just 4 more days for me to go home. I have to be busy now.. with cleaning, clearing, packing, unpacking, shopping, shoving… And my gymming too. My maid has disappeared suddenly during this critical time, and now it is me and myself with tons of unfinished work. I don’t have a minute to spare. But here I am, sitting with my laptop, dreaming high, and doing nothing. I am dreaming of my rainy days at my home. My love’d be waiting for me with outstretched arms.. How I long to snuggle in those huge arms.. How I love to get drenched in his tiny kisses.. washing away all the hurt and pains…cooling softly the hot fire of my soul. He’d sneak in through my windows when the whole world is in slumber, and would softly kiss my eagerly awaiting face.. He’d whisper sweetly in my ears, and would trickle down… melting against my skin…. Sometimes he’d come with such fury and hunger, and would carry me away with him in a single sweep. I was committed to him from a very young age, and had always welcomed him with a deep yearning. I would close my eyes and relish him... as he strips me… feels me… deflowers me… And then, the distant rumblings! I dare not open my eyes, or else the dream might shatter… that I was alone with my memories.
My house is in a mess now. Hubby and kids are competing with me as to who’d make the biggest mess in the house now that the shopping has started. Carrybags from different supermarkets are scattered all over the house. I had planned to use my maid to the maximum in this last week, and I think she’d read my mind, and ran away without looking back even once. And my kitchen is waiting for its annual clearance. How easy it’s just to look aroud and tick off the things to be done… But.. to get on my toes, and start doing it… Maybe l’d start after some time.. after finishing this blog, and after reading some other blogs, and after checking mails, and after making dinner, and after having it, and after…. and after…. and after……………………..
Now just 4 more days for me to go home. I have to be busy now.. with cleaning, clearing, packing, unpacking, shopping, shoving… And my gymming too. My maid has disappeared suddenly during this critical time, and now it is me and myself with tons of unfinished work. I don’t have a minute to spare. But here I am, sitting with my laptop, dreaming high, and doing nothing. I am dreaming of my rainy days at my home. My love’d be waiting for me with outstretched arms.. How I long to snuggle in those huge arms.. How I love to get drenched in his tiny kisses.. washing away all the hurt and pains…cooling softly the hot fire of my soul. He’d sneak in through my windows when the whole world is in slumber, and would softly kiss my eagerly awaiting face.. He’d whisper sweetly in my ears, and would trickle down… melting against my skin…. Sometimes he’d come with such fury and hunger, and would carry me away with him in a single sweep. I was committed to him from a very young age, and had always welcomed him with a deep yearning. I would close my eyes and relish him... as he strips me… feels me… deflowers me… And then, the distant rumblings! I dare not open my eyes, or else the dream might shatter… that I was alone with my memories.
My house is in a mess now. Hubby and kids are competing with me as to who’d make the biggest mess in the house now that the shopping has started. Carrybags from different supermarkets are scattered all over the house. I had planned to use my maid to the maximum in this last week, and I think she’d read my mind, and ran away without looking back even once. And my kitchen is waiting for its annual clearance. How easy it’s just to look aroud and tick off the things to be done… But.. to get on my toes, and start doing it… Maybe l’d start after some time.. after finishing this blog, and after reading some other blogs, and after checking mails, and after making dinner, and after having it, and after…. and after…. and after……………………..
11 comments:
Laziness, a dream and an unfinished mess is an odd combo for you to weave dextrously a nice post.I liked it
You have a great blog here, read quite a few of your posts . Nice work!Keep up!
Enjoyed reading your post.. It is a reflection on most of our lives..
Thanks for commenting "Father's responsibilities". If I had your id, I would have responded directly...
cheers
Vish
by the time u reach here from the furnace,that is dubai now,our already scanty kalavarsham will be on its way via poona to mumbai...
as usual,well written with your smooth flow of language and thought...keep it up and lets have more.
Now that your passions have been defined the question in front of the mirror becomes less relevant.
Even a raindrop will tell you who you are.
Hi Saritha:)
Greetings:)
You are talking of laziness, then about your fantasy, and then about work to be done, then your maid ditching you at the last minute and then about blogging. To tell you honestly blogging is an addiction and it can consume hours and you won't even know how the time went.
Many time I sat at my computer browsing hoping to finish fast and get many other things done. But it is easier said than done. Invariably I don't get up from the computer and neglect many other important things. Sometimes I get late for my appointments and cut a sorry figure.
But then blogging is fun. A harmless addiction. Sooner or later we will set our priorities right and start organizing our work and lives.
PROCRASTINATION IS THE THIEF OF TIME-- it is said. So if you have to do somethings in the house it is better to do it and finish it. Worrying about your house work while you are blogging, you won't be able to do justice to both.
But as I said blogging is an addiction and it takes precedence over everything.
I am not at all surprised you are sitting with your laptop and dreaming.
Dream Saritha, dream:) Dreaming takes us into a charming world far from the mundane, monotonous daily activities. It revitalises and energises us to cope up. People go to movies and see the most unrealistic things just to spend 2 or 3 hours pleasantly and feel happy whereas they have loads of things to worry in their lives.
This is also a chance to teach that servant a lesson. Let her not think that she is indispensable. Do as much you can and what ever you can't do share it with your husband and son. Let them also participate in the house cleaning and organizing things.
I have posted the Japanese method of organizing things. It is called 5S. If you find time you can locate it in my blog. The method will be useful both in the house and industrial undertakings.
I enjoyed your creative, dreamy, enchanting narration. It is lovely. The photo is fantastic.
Have a bright and beautiful day Saritha:)
Joseph
Loved reading your lazy, dreamy, passionate blog ! Unfinished mess is something we all face. But how many of us dream ? You are fortunate. You must dream to achieve.
All the best
Blessings.....
I hope you are well. I smiled delightfully as I read. I think almost most people can related to the state of perpetual prograstination. Great entry....
A great remedy for your malady is to do a little each day but then you say you have a maid. hmmmmm why not give her the tasks and you assure that they are done?
SORRY... THIS IS NOT A BLOG FOR YOUR DOUBTS AND CLARIFICATIONS ABOUT LAVANATHAILAM. PLEASE DONT POST ANYTHING ABT IT HERE ANYMORE.
Regards
Saritha
dont keap anything after after and after. that is the first fail in our life
nalathe karyam inne cheyuka innathe karyam ippol cheyuka.after compliting the target and sit remaining free time is a super time to enjoy. suresh babu
ur words and the flow of the words are super. ur expression of dreams laziness rainy days. ellam oru kavitha pole unde. write many more and always. best of luck
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