An APPEAL....!

Dear God, Oh no...

Dear WhoEver it matters, (Because pardon me God, we live in the DotCom age and I am not quite sure whether you are in control of things any more like those days).

I am writing this note with a humble request. WhoEver it matters, these days I am finding it hard to finish doing all the things I want to. I followed the advice of a friend to replace the ‘things to do list’ with ‘too late to do’ and thereafter with ‘forget it – no point’ list. Even after diligently and meticulously following this discipline instilled by my friend, my ‘forget it- no point list’ list has grown too much in size – almost larger than life. So as they say these days, I started ‘taking stock of my life.’ Honestly I must tell you this stock taking is really an auditing business. I came across a lot of junk and framed this principle of ‘buy what you need not because they might come in handy later.’

In fact, I found out through this stock taking that I have done well in doing things I like to do, and have maintained a healthy diet. For example, I used a ten kilogram gas cylinder (you know, they really have gone up in price) for nearly 7 months and used half a litre of soya oil for two months. Ate lots of fruits, cereals and pulses and truly and sincerely avoided sweets like a plague. Now, if I sound like an American, I am truly sorry. I am a genuine South Asian, with each foot in two neighbouring countries. Truly.

I know I digressed. But you know, at times, to put things in perspective you need to do a lot of beating around the bush.

So, WhoEver it matters, it took me exactly 49 minutes to get back to my laptop to continue what I was writing. You know, last week the right hand door of my almirah fell exactly two inches above my forehead. My mother has taught me to be alert at all times that anything can go wrong anytime. True to her words, I was lucky enough to hold the door and do some wrestling to pluck out the entire door with my own hands before I sat down with my morning cup of tea feeling quite proud of my super power to uproot an entire almirah door – mind you with the fitted glass in it, adding to its weight. So, today, the carpenter decided to come to fix it. While attending to him, I had a friend calling for something and my laptop went on hibernation for 49 minutes. On the dot. This friend and I decided to ‘do coffee’ (these days instead of ‘having’ coffee, we ‘do’ coffee. The old school grammar and language are outdated).

So, WhoEver it matters, I just had to go heat up my tea to continue the rest of my appeal to you. You will need to excuse me, as I had just stopped by to see which stage my clothes are churning in the washing machine. The three whistles to end the action can go anytime from now, and I will need to go and put the clothes out. And believe me, I need to meet a friend over lunch as well.

Before you may think anything else – I am off today from work – On a roster that gives us a day off – thanks to Lord Buddha.

So, WhoEver it matters, though the stock taking had not been totally a disappointing exercise, I realised I still need more hours. I was just trying to see what could be the possible solutions in extending the number of hours for each day and for a week. I know this equation is going to create chaos in the natural Progamming of the Life’s Cylce of Events and immense problems like those anticipated in Y2K.

Sorry, again I had to go off my laptop... truly sorry....

You may really think that I am conning. But seriously not. I had to go check why the anticipated whistle from the washing machine did not surface. I realised I had put the outlet pipe upside (it is kind of hanging like a fractured toe or finger and not permanently fixed to enable mobility) while washing the floor and not fixed it back. The ‘rinse and spin’ action was holding up its energy to flush out the water with such force! Man! What patience these machines also have !

I have fixed the problem and am continuing with my appeal.

So, WhoEver it matters, I really would like to see a change in the Universe. Its concept of Time. Energy. And Life. I know many may like what I seek for and many will not like as well. Because you know, having long hours a day may also mean we may need to work harder and harder, which is actually not a bright prospect. But still, considering the way my generation works, it will be worth reconsidering the proposal to extend the number of days of a week to 8 or 9, or, if it is really unacceptable and is going to create irresolvable issues for Microsoft etc, can you please try and extend the day time a bit more? Well, I am not talking about that artificial ‘day light saving mechanism’ that governments use these days to overcome nature’s rhythm. I am talking about something natural. Possible?

I would really like to place before you my reasons for this extension. But as I said, I need to put the clothes out and then get ready for lunch with friends. Really sorry for the disjointed and interrupted conversation with you...

A friend of mine sent this one liner which I thankfully remember, ‘I have reached that age where I need to watch what I eat, so I keep looking at food a lot.’ I have just given my blood this morning for a lipid profile, blood sugar and a thyroid profile. The results of these tests will also constitute my reasons for seeking this extension, that is, if I get to write to you again.

Until such time, please give it a thought.

Yours truly,

A Dotcom Generation Citizen.