Calling for a taxi

Calling for a taxi

Standing under the sun

It’s a busy day, it’s a busy street – for some

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Do you have two minutes?

Busy

There are days when I’m busy and then there are days when I try to be busy and still there are days when I’m partially free and then absolutely free.

On free days, there is no need to worry because it means less work or no work, at all. These are the days when I pamper myself to the fullest. Going for a beauty treatment, shopping therapy, watching your favourite shows, sleeping at undisturbed lengths, enjoying some music…what a free day…hmm! Nice.

Then comes partially free days; when I think I’m free but I’m not completely free. These days are not completely relaxing as you dangle between being relaxed and occupied in work. Here you get just enough nap to energize yourself. You manage to watch your favourite shows but not sitting relaxed in a couch; you keep running around the house or in the kitchen cooking, with just enough volume to keep you engaged and give you the illusion that you are watching your favourite show. This happens as you run after the kids, helping them with their homework, taking your pet for a refreshing stroll. You are tied between “not working and still working” not in office virtually but creating a confused environment for your mind “at home, but still in office and working”.

Next, is when I try to be free. Let me explain that with an example. These are the days when you expect your in-laws. You don’t have anything to do and when you see your MIL approaching towards you, you make an excuse about some work and leave. You try to sit with your laptop creating an illusion to make them (your wife or your husband or even the in- laws) believe that you are busy with some work. You wait for them to ask, “Are you busy with something?” Oh! Yes, I’m busy (I’m just pretending…but I’ve just fooled you…haha!). Children are an exception. Let me assure you that you cannot fool children. If you play busy with them they’ll play obstinate with you. What or who do you think will win? Obstinate.

Finally, “I’m busy”. This is such a common statement that it is the best medicine for ignoring a person or a situation. Do you have time to come and visit me? No, mom I’m busy. But I’m actually busy. Do you have time to come for Aunt Benny’s birthday party? No, mom I’m busy working and will not get any leave. Not that, I don’t want to go but tell me a face that I don’t know there. Tell me if the party will have something new to it. This is not a time when I want to get even with Aunt Benny, when she gave me a gift that made me feel two years older than I already was in my teens or she forgot to give me a gift as a child (if I remember that was much better). My mom came to visit me and she asked, “Do you have two minutes to sit with me?” I would have said, “No, I’m busy.”

This time I did something that I normally don’t do when saying my golden statement. I saw…I looked at my mom…then a feeling of guilt circled my heart. I could see that she was bored, may be a little lonely but she did not complain. I thought she could have complained but she did not. She could have asked for anything else but she just asked for my “time”.

So, I gave her my time and company. Took a leave for couple of days…went shopping, bought her a bag and a pair of shoes ( she liked it very much), planned out an outing …me,mom and my sis. Now I remember the past time as “happy bonding time”. I was happy to see my mom leaving with couple of snaps of ours and taking a “happy memorable time” with her.

Have an idea or should I wait for some

plant

What are you doing? Shhh! I’m busy, very busy right now. But I don’t see you doing anything. Don’t you see I’m ideating? No, I don’t see. All I see is you sitting. Yeah! I’m sitting to get ideas but you are disturbing me. “Ok, do you want me to go,” asked my friend, yes, please?

I don’t know there are times when I call for it and there is no sign of it. There are other times when I am busy and it stalks me in my wakeful and sleepy state both.

Yes, I’m talking about the ideas, creativity, imagination, inspiration…you can call it whatever name pleases you.

Is it so difficult to create ideas or is it difficult to create inspiring ideas? I guess when the idea is in your mind you don’t know the true nature of it and it is not that important then. “An idea has come to my mind,” this is what we say or I say. This idea can be related to my household chores or sometimes it could be churning out my creativity at work and the other times it could simply be about what I plan to write and how I write it.

We don’t make any preparations to receive it; it just comes and we just register it at the time being. Of course, what we intend to do with it, is something that we can decide for later. We could abandon it, work on it or simply share it with someone; it is totally your choice.

In this whole creativity process, I believe that it is not the idea that takes much of your effort, but it is that priceless seed of an idea that you need to wait for. This idea if I may say, “works like a miracle”.

You are not certain if it will come, when will it come, where will it come or how will it come. That’s why to me it is no less than a miracle.

There are times when my idea bank is zero (this happens when I’ve had a bad day at work or my boss has eaten my head instead of his lunch). Oh, there is one other time when it goes blank, when I miss my electricity due dates (I don’t mind others, but this is important).

Then there are times when I try to fish for the best idea from my mind pond, but I’m not sure which one to concentrate at. Sometimes when they come, they come at an electrifying speed; if I focus on one the others run away. I guess they sense me as a predator. Therefore, I choose to run after one, I catch it as well. Then I try to remember the other beautiful ideas but now they have just vanished. I try to concentrate, hard, very hard but I can’t get them back.

I think this process is similar to planting a seed in the soil. And then waiting for it to spring to life. How many times have you noticed random plants finding shelter in your garden other than the ones that you have planted? I have noticed it many times, and wondered where did it come from. Of course, there could be endless possibilities but the exact time, the right amount of sunshine, rain, water and other conditions made it possible for them to come to life. Wouldn’t you agree?

I guess the ideas are also like that you don’t know what is the right time or the right resource. You cannot determine at a moment if something or someone inspires you. You do not know what picture your mind has clicked, that could emerge as an idea for later.