Procrastination: My thoughts

A big word, which comes with big problems and big solutions too. I have been a long-lost victim of procrastination. And, I don’t find anything to claim as being a “victim”. In fact, this is not a post to help you overcome procrastination and start doing things by time. No! I will just share what are my thoughts on it, which are for sure pro procrastination.

I do not like the process that comes before doing things to get the work done. You know? The “being lazy” “being unproductive” part of the time being spent. I’d like the time to be spent in – if not a productive way, atleast as times of joy. It is, afterall good for your mental health. Playing games, watching movies, spending a night with friends or family, are all on the good side of the reasons why procrastination can be accepted. But, not the sitting alone in your room, locked out and wasting time doing nothing.

I wake up normally at 7:30 am these days. Before two years, I used to wake up at 3:00 am to get my work done. And, I must say that I need to start waking up back at the time I used to. Mornings are good for procrastinators. It gets things done pretty quicker than the usual.

Procrastination helps you find smart ways to get things done. At the end of the day, what matters is if your work is done or not. Not the way or time it took to be completed.

I had no idea that I could postpone things when I was in high-school. Maybe it was due to the fear of not getting things done. But, as times passed by I found clever ways to get work done. And, boy did I succeed.

In conclusion, it’s important for you to complete the tasks you have in your mind. Be it a few days before the deadline, or on the D-Day. It’s good to get them done well before time, but not bad if done at the verge of timeline.

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Freedom

What makes it easier for someone to tell stories from their past is being totally unaware of the surroundings at that moment, risking it on magic to happen. Making it interesting, and magically realistic. This story is about how I started my walk towards the definition of freedom.

I was seven years old, living in the most beautiful place I have ever connected with. It was Tuesday, and I decided to do something stupid, which would make me happy. I bunked my tuition, the first class I ever bunked.

“Drop me at the Banyan Tree, near the Temple” I said to the driver who gave us a ride from school to a dingy house every day, for the tuition. I expected him to be suspicious, he confirmed it by asking “Why?”. “Mom told me to get down at the tree. She will pick me up from there” I lied with confidence. “But, I haven’t heard from them” he replied. “Yeah. That’s why she sent me this” I said, giving him the fake letter I wrote at school. I knew that the driver didn’t go to school, being the reason why I wrote it in English. A poem would have worked. He surrendered to the language. And, there I was at the Banyan Tree – with the pride of my success running around my shoulders.

I went to one of the bridges in the woods, and climbed down the rocks to a stream. I wouldn’t let the portion of my leg above the socks to get wet, because I didn’t know how to swim. Running around, touching every tree I could, as fast as I could – I was inhaling the freedom around me. It was at this moment, where I centralized myself to the very moment I was living in.

And, that is my definition of freedom. To be living the moment, with no other connection except for you and the moment itself. Whenever the dark thoughts come at me, I go in search of a Banyan Tree. But, they are bound to end up being the Neem Tree – where my mom waited hours in search of a seven-year-old.

 

A Day in Hebballi

Have you ever felt that connection towards the cores of your country? Which, in most of the times, lies in the places where not more than a few people stay. Which, again, is mostly the villages. Not to forget the ones which are exotic too. And, there are 640,867 villages in India. Also, 68.84% of Indians are the ones who stay in villages, yet there is the weird comparision between the number of villagers and number of people in cities.

I guess that is more than enough for the picture regarding statistics of the villages in India to be set in your minds.

But, the connection is less scientific. It is more magical. This is the feeling I get when I am in a village. I feel good. And, these days in this consumerist world – being good and feeling good is a present.

I went to Hebballi, a village near Hubballi (my home-town). You can check the location here: Hebballi, Karnataka

It is during the festival time of Shigi Hunvi (a special type of Full Moon Day), the time to visit farms and pay respects to Mother Earth. A day to thank the nature, and celebrate it’s goodness.

The day started with not a cup of coffee, but water. Yeah, I don’t want to lie on this blog. I did what I had to, to get ready for a ride in an auto-rickshaw from my home to Hebballi. I made a few snaps while in the rickshaw.

We reached in less than half-an-hour, and were ready to explore. A visit, a compulsory visit to the holy place called “Sadguru Shri Brahmachaitanya Gondavalekar Maharaj Sthirapadukashram” After that, me and my cousin Chinnu went on to take pictures of what we could find in that village. But, we ended up taking more pictures of ourselves. But, the others pictures can be found below.

After this short session of taking pictures, came our ride to the fields. A tractor. I don’t remember the details of the vehicle, but it was old and strong.
The ride to fields was something we can call exciting and terrifying at the same time. Terrifying, because I was sitting above one of the two large wheels. And, the rest were back.

Once we reached our field, prayers and regards to Mother Earth were done. We had great food, the originally local dishes. A walk in the field. A few more snaps. And, that’s how it ended. It was fun. Period.

We need to find more time in our lives to go visit the cores of Earth (that’d be too hot). That, is how we can grow with the changes in the nature. Signing off, hoping this little read (which is literally just an essay I’d write in school) was fun to you.