I am in a very good mood to write something today. Not that
I am a writer. But knowing the fact that now that I have left pen and paper
behind to give way for computers and softwares, whatever writing I would
otherwise have done would fade away in course of time. Having thought for a
long time, I have come up with nothing interesting. So finally ended up with “today”.
Today is my first off day after joining the office. And I guess now I know why
people crave weekends. It’s so lovely after a hectic week. I am not thrilled by
the fact that I don’t have to go to office and work today. Maybe because so far
I love going to office and I love my work. In my case the only thing exciting about
this off is that I need not be alarmed by the alarm early morning and sleep as
long as I want. Now that I have risen and shone, I don’t know what next. How do
I utilize the off? Not that I have no work. I have hell lot of herculean tasks
lined up before me. The house is messier than a market. But the feeling of “laze
around” has very badly crept inside me. As a way of shoving it off, I decided I
needed to learn cooking and started digging into recipe sites in the internet. I
started with the recipe of tomato rice (TOMATO RICE??? HOW BORING… yeah I know),
browsed through the recipes of I know not what all and after a long time, I
found myself logging out of Facebook. Well, how did I end up there? I
absolutely have no idea. There could be one reason though. My friends have a
complaint that I don’t let them complete a sentence and interrupt them half way.
May be I did the same with myself today. My mind was after all giving me a
suggestion that I needed to learn what’s cooking… in Facebook. I just did not
let it complete. And who has the power to command mind’s will…especially when
it has something to do with FB? Where there is a will, there is a way is realm
justified here. Tell me if I am wrong. Hmmm… when I pen it down with a guilty
heart that it’s all just an excuse of not having done anything productive and
having wasted a wonderful holiday, my ordered food parcel sits beside and
smirks at me. I have decided to teach it a lesson. My hungry stomach is all
ready to attack. But my much more sensible mind (well, compared to the stupid
tummy that only knows ‘give me food’) has only one wish. Spare my Sunday (tomorrow)
and please don’t let history repeat. ‘Phew…’
