October. 2025.
Heavens to Betsy!
Had that been a fast forward or what! As I sit here having not even an iota of clue about where this blogpost is going to lead me to, I do sit a little longer than required or desired, staring at the opening of this entry.
October 2025
When I scroll through my anonymous instagram account, using it to follow pages pertaining to my work, study and interests, I do find myself spiraling into what I call as a bottomless pit, doomscrolling through reels and reels of content far beyond my areas of interests. And off late, I am making a conscious realization of how I kill a good hour and a half in the so-called unwinding in my 'my time' that I earn for myself after a long day. All this happens while my tired eyes get moist and the book that I'd been trying to finish for forever lies carelessly on my night stand and then I keep saying to myself - "But ofcourse I can't blog, nor can I read. I don't have 48 hours in a day, do I?"
So how much of this "I am busy" really makes sense to the average human? I start to ponder.
In my younger days, I heard someone say that if we aren't doing something, we don't want to do it! - This tidbit of wisdom kind of stayed with me and mocks me every time I use the pretext of 'I am busy' to ward off things I don't need to do. Reminds me of the Parkinson's law -
"Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion"
They say that the things we love as children stay with us. For me, both writing and art continue to stay as a very integral part of who I am albeit in the background, and the "I am busy" card is played. I stare in disbelief at the calendar flipping to the 10th month of the 25th year in what feels like a brand spanking century that debuted just a few days ago on the horizon.
October, the month of Trick or Treat. Jack O lanterns make their cameo in nooks and crannies of the departmental stores and on porches alike. The wind turns crisp and damp, announcing the arrival of shorter days and chiller evenings. The Year feels like it is rushing to wrap up and I still play my outdated card - blaming it on the busy, the block and the burnt out. One way or another, I dodge the tasks that aren't a mandate and I make feeble and pathetic attempts to undo the same.
I swear I swore to write everyday in September and the first few went by like expected and I blink and I land in October.
Another wise Man I extensively read and follow once said, approach Life with an urgency to get things done. I nodded vehemently in agreement only to time and again pull out the "I am busy" card.
As I also swore to sleep early among the other things that I swore I would do, so here I abrupt stop this silly post
But atleast I didn't shove the attempt under the carpet saying to myself that " I am busy"
:)
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