Time Is On My Side...

When people are busy with their regular schedule, it'll be a great eye-opener and in fact a great comedy in the making if we ever stop at our tracks, and analyze the driving force, the inspiration, the reason for our routine work. This goes for anything and everything that we do.
Although I could be an exception or the incidents that I state just another out of the world occurrence, I am just writing a couple of inter-tangled chapters from my small book of life.
As I had mentioned earlier, I used to work in Ding Dong Paint Company before I moved to Tighter Wrists Watch Co. (which I will further refer to as DDPC and TWWC respectively). In DDPC I was an ASM, in charge of three districts, with people as old as my father (not that he is too old) reporting to me. A good job I had. AC Cabin, a secretary, people calling me sir... Everyone in my family told everyone else, not in my family, that I was having a big job. But only few knew that I was sitting in the office cos I needed to, and not because I had to.
And when I used to go home once a week, there would be a huge mother's-shopping-list – from a can of baked beans to granite tiles for the neighbor's newly built bathroom.
And then, once in a while, you find one of your classmates getting married, and his mail to the group says to consider this mail as a personal invitation – and I think why not!! The poor fellow will surely need some support on his last day of singularhood. And then, after the wedding, I am left with a confused mind thinking what is everyone doing busy with the work that I'm the only one attending it, and also surprised and shocked that the fellow who got married was not only too keen on losing his bachelorhood, but also that he had found enough time to raise his hand and say hi and bye to me all in the same go!!!
Yup!!!….. I had all the time in the world for all those priorities of my life.
Then one day, nirvana happened and I decided DDPC was not my can of paint (read cup of tea), but maybe I need to keep up with the moving time. So TWWC happened. I warned my folks that its gonna be a different role, am gonna be the state head, I'll be in the office from nine to nine, and I'm so sorry that the shopping lists can no longer be serviced.
Initially, it was difficult to kill time – cos u had no clue what was happening in the new company, and when I finally got hold of some idea, I still found it difficult to kill time – cos there was nothing for me to do…
I found myself learning adode photoshop, learn how to read a book a day, and all sorts of great things in TWWC – I can proudly say a great learning experience, and you guessed it. I had time for shopping lists – even bigger and longer ones!!!
Today morning, my sister asked me if I was free for sometime to help her with some shopping, and I replied – "Am I ever busy???"
Then it struck me. Why am I not busy? Why are my friends so busy that they don't even return a missed call or reply to messages, when I can run around doing shopping or whatever anytime, any day? What the hell are they doing? Why am I always like this? Is it because I don't work, or I don't know my work or I am too bloody efficient that there is not enough work for me??? It's a mystery in itself.
Then I realized the great corporate secret, the one small big thing which I had overlooked – the big star on the horizon I didn't see – the power of P. Pretend. Pretend to be busy when you are not. Pretend to be writing a report when you are actually writing this mail.
If I have wasted your precious time from your busy schedule with this mail of mine, all I can say is STOP PRETENDING!!!
But even now, if you feel that I am wasting your time, and whatever that I have written here is completely wrong and blasphemous, then I should say that you are lucky. Cos, if there are people out there who feel that the guy working in TWWC is lucky, you are wrong – as there is nothing more boring than pretending. And the irony is that you have to pretend that u are not bored…
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