Signs

Lately, I've been been trying (very, very hard as it will soon become apparent) to find hidden meanings in everyday life. For instance, last week, a man in a suit handed me a bible. I took that as a sign that there was still hope for me. Hope that I might one day make effective use of my time and energy perhaps.

This Monday morning I was having depressing thoughts about the direction my life was taking. This happened while I was brushing my teeth. Was not sure how to interpret that. Perhaps it was time to stop brushing my teeth. No, that wasn't it. Maybe it was a sign that Monday mornings are a great time to make a new start. That one seemed more probable. But being depressed isn't the best way to start anything. Maybe poetry. But I am not a poet; will not be one in a million years. Mainly because I cannot stay focussed long enough to compose a couple of verses.

I pondered long and hard about this vexing issue on the long walk to my lab. I'm not exaggerating, it's almost 30 mins from where I live. During that time the radio gave me insight into what goes on in Jason Derulo's head (he has quite a vivid imagination), had Orianthi complaining about somebody's opinion of her. They say she's stupid and useless and a lot of other things. Poor girl. Then it informed me about great shopping deals, and declared itself to be the "best" music station. Well... I wonder how many of those there are. Needless to say, with all this wondering, the mystery of the sign remained unsolved.

This week is turning out to be hectic. I have an exam tomorrow, which actually explains why I am blogging. The fact that I remembered I have an exam is a sign that I should go back to studying for it. See, I'm getting really good at this!

Pooky the Procrastinator

What do you do when you have a lot of work to be completed? I blog. Or use funny keywords to search my mail. Or type a person's name and read all the conversations we've had in the past- I don't know- 30 months or so. Or cook. Or clean. Or browse. Or all of the above. Today was one of those days. Sigh.

I know I could use the few minutes I am using to type all this down to actually get some of that pending work done. But come on, we all know it is useless to start work this late at night (it's 11:30 by my computer's clock). One thing I like about blogging is that unlike real life, no one is going to interrupt me here and point out that after 11 is when most students start their assignments. I wonder if that is where the term "11th hour" came from. Must remember to google that sometime.

Also, have you wondered how easily such thoughts can distract you from your task at hand? You might be seriously reading your textbook or notes, when suddenly you come across a term you feel compelled to look up on the web (resist that urge!!). Then, having once switched on your laptop, there is no way you can go back to studying with the same intensity. Sometimes even just plain 'go back to studying', with or without the former intensity, seems impossible.

I know all this because I have been studying for a long, long time. Or at least that is what I want people to believe when they see my occupation stated as 'student' on all my official records. Being a master procrastinator means that I leave all non-urgent work for the weekend, and then proceed to not do it. This leaves me dreading Mondays, as I am sure I have mentioned before in a different context.

Well, on a happy note, this entire rant took exactly 6 minutes to type.. which is a good thing in itself, although I am still planning to put off work till tomorrow morning. I even plan to set an alarm to enable me to procrastinate some more till finally, the work work becomes so urgent that it is impossible for me to ignore. But until that time I will continue to be the lazy slug I am. I like telling people that laziness spreads via blogs (I modify that to e-mail, when I write mails). So, happy lazing folks. Will post again soon.