The month has already come to the 29th day. A quantity of more than 10 days entries is to be filled to complete the month’s task.
I want to complete the task - the flow does not happen.I want to sit in the morning. I am not sitting.I want to sit in the evening. I don’t sit.I want to complete on a Sunday.It is not happening.
It is not just happening. I don’t have answers as to why this is not happening.I don’t want to know the answers also.
The answer - weariness.
What is lethargy? Is it weariness or as they say ‘thamogun’?Is it due to weariness that I can’t write?Am I over exerted that creative juices don’t flow, to describe some thoughts I have?
What exertion I say....somewhere, something is to be done, some crap to be done to keep the weariness under check. It can be done, as I am doing now. Exertion will be under check.
Incidentally, I have decided to write 10 entries in ‘word’ and keep ready for posting at the social tasking site. I can do this in the evening - second.
I have to wait.
Wait for five minutes? More than five minutes? A chore at a different office. I was half way through composing a 100 words entry in the computer at my earlier place. That had to be left there hanging.
I shall finish that when I go there after finishing this chore at this office.
This I am composing in my windows phone. Nice. This will be the third for the day. Hoping to finish 10 entries for this day.
Still waiting. The other person with whom I have to do this work will come shortly.
Sometimes after lunch I take a wonderful nap. If it is a holiday, the nap is a must. The nap is rejuvenating. When something ‘to be done’ occupies the mind I just skip that nap.
Today, I have done that. I have come early to my work and it is lunch time here and people will come somewhere around three pm.
What is occupying my mind? Writing 10 entries each consisting of 100 words, to be posted at the social tasking site. This is only the fourth file and am doing it directly in the google docs.
Great, very great.
The special is a pickle we bought online, using Amazon. The pickle is made from jackfruit - that is what the site described the product. The package we got are two pickle bottles and in a cover some samples of various other pickles. Wife liked the sample pickles. This pickle is made up of - well - not the jackfruit, but the raw jackfruit. To be precise the fibrous. Lots of mustard oil and not spicy. We did not like it as we liked the earlier pickle we ordered.
The earlier one we ordered was green chili and red chili pickles. Yummy!
It is enjoyment and 'nice looking forward things’ - when we order something ‘online’ and expecting its arrival.
The anxious waiting period is wonderful.
When, the product arrives with the arriving messages posted by amazon like - ‘the product is dispatched’; ‘the product will be delivered today’ we are happy.
When the product arrives - opening the package and opening the bottle. Nice nice….
The earlier pickles of ‘lal Mirch’ and ‘hara Mirch’ was good and spicy.
It was ordering and expecting things from Amazon and tasting things on arrival during the last ten days.
The Siem Reap trip writing Paused.
Catching the thoughts on Siem Reap trip again, what do I remember to begin with?
Let me begin with some sweet.
The ‘sweet’ thing is the palm fruit sugar we bought at the ‘Kattumaram’ hotel at Siem reap.
We bought there some sugar and Cambodian pepper.
The hotel people sold the palm fruit sugar as ‘brown sugar’
The brown sugar is very sweet.
‘Kattumaram’ was the hotel which our organizers had hired to cook Indian food at Siem Reap.
The cooks were Mohan and Vijayan and the food served there was delicious.
We used pressed areca leaves plate to eat.
Catching the Siem Reap trip thoughts, I mentioned about the brown sugar in the last entry.
Wife has put two things in transparent bottles in the kitchen shelf. One is brown sugar and the other is Thai rice.
The Thai rice we bought at the big Bangkok Airport. Spending dollars at the Thai Airport was fantastic. There was some tension when we had some torn dollar notes. Slowly we exchanged them to Bhats. Disposing the ‘little torn’ dollar bills was difficult. The shop people refused to accept them.
We, slowly disposed the torn dollars - happy.
“Never accept torn notes’
A girl holding small cute bags wanted to sell them to us. We were walking at the old temples around Siem Reap.
She was staring at my wife’s face and tripped on a stone. The hurt pained her. I was sad seeing her pain.
The pain feeling vanished from her face in a split of second. Pain to wish.
She was looking at my wife’s face, you remember? That little Cambodian girl was attracted by the red ‘bindi’ my wife was wearing and she wanted one like that.
A pain forgotten and curiosity making her move forward again!
Great. This is my tenth file. I could write 10 one hundred words.
This has brought to me very near to the month. Month has got only two days remaining. This month saw the result of the promotional exam I did during October 18. So many seniors failed in the exam and only two people who have 10 years of service left were selected
Seniors failed like me wanted a representation to be given for ignoring the seniors.
What is the use of signing that representation? I have little time to serve the organization.
Discouraging mind! Loathing mind!
When I have finished writing nearly 10 entries and have posted them to the ‘simple social tasking site’ on the net, it will be child’s play to complete this month’s writing - well within the time. It will be easy.
The task seems to be doable wonder!
Does this make my mind to take some other task which can be made as doable without the ‘doubt element’ accompanying it? Can I accomplish something else also with a light mind?
Mind will not be light.
Doubt and fear will be there.
Passivity will be aplenty.
Involve - the office chores.
This man’s name is Mantesh. I like him, in spite of he not attending me immediately. I took his assistance for cleaning my car. He cleans the cars of people who bring cars to the office.
I am just 6 months old to this office.
I just had to take the help of my colleagues to get an appointment from him.
Once I walked with him, while he was carrying a bucket full of water to wash cars.
He didn't care.
Somehow, he made time to clean my car on two occasions.
His good pain for perfect clean.
This is a dull Wednesday evening. The log note I have on my computer shows the time and date, no sooner I open the note.
I begin this note with that date stamp. Weariness starts or things can be sorted out tomorrow are the things to stop the work now. Ok.
I can leave the office only at 6 pm.
The time flows slow. Temptation of leaving the work spot creeps.
The cons are: I have to inform my boss. What shall I do going home early?
Walk here and there.