In and evitable

In and evitable

The dilemma of listening to people’s complaint is that; you are either obliged to assist or in the least share their predicament (somehow).

An acquaintance told me he doesn’t visit bars anymore. Why? A drinking-mate formed the habit of complaining to him about his wife. At first, he wasn’t sure if it was the influence of shots flying back and forth? A chemical reaction of sound and liquid can sure cause some hallucination. Such reaction could be behind the bitter man’s lamentation.

He decided to avoid the bar. A library he concluded; would give him the serenity he sought. He was mistaken. A woman found the map to his study table. Perhaps it was his social disposition that attracted people to him. Nevertheless, the woman wanted to talk. He had assumed that far end of the library was the deep end of quietness, apparently for this woman; it was a less strict corner where hush gossip was possible.

Okay, “let’s talk”, he said. “You were saying something”? He asked, hoping for a brief “forget about it” reply. Again he was mistaken. She went into this tirade about her husband; she had helped him become what he is, she picked him from the devil’s jaw, and personally flew him to heaven. She was his: mother, sister, brother, and uncle. Including grandmother.

Okay, “I now know why I am not a renowned writer”, he thought aloud; “I have been wasting my time with the wrong hobby”, insisted my bewildered acquaintance. His true calling was to be a Councillor or rather a listener! A spouse complaint listener – to be precise. There was urgent need to create that title if it was inexistent?

Momentarily he was carried away, he fantasized about his new establishment. Nothing is more exciting than the prospect of great career change – but then it hit him; “my wife!” What was she saying about him? What are her accusations? What was he being persecuted for? If everybody else complained about their partner, why would he be an exception? He was asking me how to approach his wife. He wanted it from the horse’s mouth.

My humble opinion was; talk to your wife if you really want to, but sometimes, sincere conversations are better left alone.

Sincere

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Another form of Eerie

Another form of Eerie

Halloween increases in popularity every year. This year, one million more people are expected to celebrate it. As the tradition increases in popularity, so does the languages associated with it. Horror-filled words like, Eerie, haunted, bludgeon, gushed and even mansion (usually desirable), all turns frightening.

As the month of October ends with its abnormal festivities, a different kind of horrors begins; the countdown to the New Year.

The assertion that any event that heralds a new year, not to mention the Christmas before that, should be viewed with scepticism; is ridiculous outright. On the other, if such suggestion is considered on specific situational basis; it starts to add up. For example; what if you have started the year with a certain ambitious resolution? What if you made huge commitment to a partner, or your business? What if your career was in line?

A friend called me three nights ago. At first I thought he was intoxicated. What are the weekends for right? Awkwardly though, brother was sober. Just that sometimes anxiousness can present a sane person as “deranged”. All these months, he has procrastinated executing important tasks. Certainly human mind can be tricky. In complacency, his mind got beclouded by the notion that the sun does set – only as an assurance for tomorrow. He assumed that the uninterrupted cycle of the sun and moon have gotten time frozen in place.

His rude awakening came on the last day of October. As he drank his last in celebration of Halloween (which he knows nothing about anyway), he remembered something; he had bought a franchise, which its permanent extension depended on an agreed number of sales. If! Only he had done a bit of marketing as planned. If only he had created that website, consulted that dealer, designed those packages, his goal could have been achieved with ease. Unfortunately he relied on “tomorrow”.

In this agitated state of his, I was incapable of making any suggestion. Not to add salt to an injury, his articulation needed some straightening before anyone can help. To be clear, yoga is not my specialty. I know however, that taking a deep breath helps with the nerves and blood circulation. It was after some rounds of deep breathing and stretching, that we began to brain storm. The solution was that he will have to put Christmas in focus. Demands are generally high at this time. His target is still attainable, of course not without an efficient strategy and hard work.

Now that everything is calm and on track, I reminiscence and wonder about the Irony; that the tomorrow a man waited for so long, finally was on the horizon; but rather than bring him harvest – it filled him with eerie nightmare.

 

Eerie

Banned imagination

A music player with an earphone, or a book; I thought those where compulsory essentials for people traveling more than thirty minutes every day, by train. It takes me about an hour to work, and like everyone else I read or listen to something.

Although I’m not sure of its exalting elements, I don’t hesitate to self-aggrandize whenever possible about my daily one hour trip to work. Just when my ego reached it’s zenith, I began to meet co-workers who travel more than one hour. Then I met another who covered an hour and thirty minutes worth of distance. My ego trip completely crashed after I met a colleague whose route consumes an incredible two hours and thirty minutes.

Commuting for two hours every day? Seriously a book or a music player won’t be enough. There has to be something else. Out of curiosity, I asked my colleague how he utilizes ‘a two hours of train ride’ to work – every day. His reply was “nothing”. Emotionless and unaffected by my excitement, he went about his business. I stood for few minutes pondering what kind of man travels for two hours on the train, just sitting there – and doing nothing!

Sometimes people make passive comments that are seemingly trivial and insignificant, but then you look back and are bewildered by the substance of it.

Now that I have more questions than answers, only one means exists by which I can ascertain; how a person can commute for two hours on the train, and not be bored into one act or the other. The next day, I was ready to find out. Just before I jumped on the train, I made sure to put beyond reach my music player, lest I fall for temptation. I will busy myself doing just one thing, and that is – nothing.

Experience they say is the best teacher? True. I now know what my friend was doing on the train; he was using his imagination. As awkward as it sounds, thinking consumes time, and it can be rewarding. For the whole trip I touched nothing, looked at noting “deliberately”. I just sat there doing nothing, or so it seemed? In actuality I was thinking. I thought about stuff people could do on the train to save time.

Like:

Laundry! Instead of washing every night at home, I can use my free time on the train to wash, on-the-go. As big as the train is, how come there is no washing machine? One has to improvise sometimes. With the good-old bucket, a gallon of water and soap, I can happily do my laundry on the train.

Is it possible to bring a treadmill, or some weights? Morning exercise; an hour of working-out in the train will certainly serve me some packs.

A television is vital for live update. Instead of a laptop I can carry a TV. Of course I will apologize for all inconveniences brought upon bewildered strangers co-traveling with me.

How about a grill? Rather than standing in the corner of the train, munching some cheap sandwich for breakfast, I can grill some meat seating down. The train will have to undergo minor modification; put a round chair and replace the cooler on top with a vent.

My misconception that spare time is reserved exclusively for music and books is debunked. My once limited sense was freed. Any suggestion that our imagination be banned from roaming wild is henceforth totally preposterous.

Banned