To Do (?!!)

I've got a couple of things which i need to get done... n this list has remained a list from time immemorial... So now ive come to a point where I've debated with myself the cons and extended repercussive cons of not doing those things perennially on my to do list and concluded I would promote 'em to the Done list or better still, the Never-To-Be-Done-Again list ( I doubt if this would ever materialize tho'!!!)

Reduce wait, no tis no typo....
I’m a staunch, fanatic in fact, follower of keeping the IST (Invariably Slipping Timelines).

This unique quality has appended itself to me and has aggravated to a level beyond control in the recent past. Both of my parents were and still are time conscious souls who hate not keeping time, yet here I am, unpunctuality (yea I know it’s not even a word, tis my blog so all rights reserved.....) resurrected. And this is one more reason to believe i was picked up from some uncivilized clan n given the best opportunity to be human-like by a benevolent couple.

The tireless efforts of the devout faculty Union Christian matric school did little to instigate this part of discipline ( of course I claim to be disciplined otherwise…). Well they did instigate punctuality but , I couldn’t stick to it tho’... Cos I ve never been late to school even once…. Given the fact that school was like a recursive IV trip for me…. 90 minutes in the Pallavan from Maduravoyal to Chetpet to Maduravoyal .Most people thought for quite some years that I traveled from Madurai to Chennai to get educated. That was truly binding the rule, farther the destination sooner you try to reach. And thanks to the relentless efforts from my mom, who had literally extorted the admission for both of us from the Principal on the condition that her kids would never be late to school .

As for college, I had to be on time for the college bus, failing which would leave me with just bunking college which is the worst that cud happen unless of course its one of those exam days. For 4 years, my dad spent picking up my lab coat on Mondays, my recordwork on Tuesdays, my ED charts on Wednesdays (only for the 1^st year, then it became lab observation notebook on Wednesday s) , my rubber- soled- not – so- gud-smelling- never- been- washed lab shoes on days I remembered my labcoat , my calculator on every other day and chasing the college bus @ full speed in the never-crossed-40kmph Vespa . Did I ever manage to get all my things any time, of course yes, on those days you know what my dad was picking up…..ME!! Sometimes he used to even do the Mouna raagam thingy, parking the bike in the middle of the road when the bus was yet to come… hmm… All this hard work to get me on time to the bus stop….

Then work @ Chennai, initially when I was driving (or shud it be riding) my Honda( wanted to say City , tis but an Activa) to work had me punctual alright, but raised my dad’s BP in the wake… To reach Velachery @ 9.00 I would leave Maduravoyal @ 8.30 crossing, at times crashing different competency levels through the menacing mount road grounds or vicious vadapalani signals without even a single pit stop.

Now the past 12 months in kolkata has had its effect on me…It has contributed to the already elevated levels of lethargy I was harboring. Both of the accommodations I have had in kolkata were a stone’s throw from my office. Yet I manage consistency in be inconsistently punctual. Ok, reaching office ain’t no problem … Tis returning from office that invoked this enormous (in my standards) post.

S is patience reincarnate. If there is Nobel price for Patience, I would strongly recommend his name for it. He is one person who’s been extremely patient with me. Every evening/ night he waits for me so that we can get back home together, which does happen but everytime I tell him I’d take 5 minutes , it would become 10 or 15 or 20 or anything but 5 minutes due to ( evil?!) forces beyond my control as a human. Everytime I resolve to be on time, this force takes a new avatar . Sometimes it would be a long lost ex team mate inquiring on my new project, at times a mail that needs to be sent ASAP , at times a phone call, at times ….err….watever,but every time its something new, no duplication of previous forms.

This is what I need to reduce, making S wait.….. Suggestions whatsoever to alleviate poor S from this misery welcome.