Work meetings, guests, family, extended family, relatives with need for medical care, picking up/dropping relatives from airport/railway station, cleaning up, cooking, shopping for grocery, planning for mother in law's holiday and the shopping sprees prior to the trip. The list is endless. My life has revolved around these things past few weeks in no particular order and has somehow managed to chug along! No, I am not complaining. I love doing everything I mentioned but am just a little tired.
A list of "things to do" getting longer each passing day keeps vying for my attention. Every day, a few things get added to the list because you think you would be able to devote time and get it done but actually don't. Once you start working on that list, many other things demand your time and attention due to sheer need of that hour and the rest of the things go on back burner. No matter how smart, efficient and organized you might be, that is how life works sometimes. You can't do a damn thing about it. Sad!
It has been quite a while since I met my friends and they are on verge of disowning me. It is comforting to know they won't actually do it, in reality. Hubby and I have given up planning or talking about delicate topic of taking long holiday as it seems like a very distant luxury. He can't stay away from demanding work for more than two or three days. Son has already announced he won't be available for any family gathering/holiday as his schedule is tight for next few months.
There comes a point when suddenly one realizes weight of time that has just flown by leaving its proof in your greying hair. Yesterday, I saw a man in his late 40s lying on a tiny wooden cot outside his road side shop, looking very tranquil. He was a perfect picture of poise and presence; absolutely unperturbed by the chaos around, scorching heat, or the suave women passing by. Looking at him completely immersed in gazing at the sky with almost Zen-like serenity, I could not help asking myself when I would attain that!
There must have been times when we human beings were mightily happy and content to just sit and be! Our life has become so much harried. Duties, responsibilities, expectations, demands, ambitions, desires, dreams etc. deafen our minds with its maddening cadence. Every person is running after some insatiable chase, moving like addicts into unheard, unseen rhythm of uncontrolled chaos. How many moments during the day do we actually live? Can we really blame anyone or anything for this plight? Aren't we all prisoners of our own device?
"Beware the barrenness of a busy life." Socrates
