Time Please!

“Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines” – Floyd, Time

2011 has past by in a major jiffy. And in all this time, the words I’ve most used are “I’m busy”, “Can I call you back later”, “I am in a meeting” and “Man, I don’t have the time”. These are exclusive of the cusses and the cribs, of course. So, while I finally had the time to do ‘nothing’, I managed to break the activities that have been taking all my time in the past weeks… It looked something like this:


Yes, snoozing and sulking are an integral part of my ‘being’…They shan’t be replaced at any cost.  

I haven’t taken the endless grocery and other affiliate errands and I already have spent 168 hours of the week!  (ie 24 hours of the day per week).. It isn’t that I am complaining. And it isn’t about being busy either. It just gets to my nerves sometimes.

I missed my nephew’s birthday yesterday…And in that frustration; I ended up desiring for more than 24 hours a day. 

Thought spirals twirl making me think…26 seems to be the magic number.It would just be so much more feasible! I could pack in time to blog more often. Choose the right clothes while going to work, shit longer, look better than usual, gobble slower, read relevant and thoughtful columns in the newspaper, surf to know facts well, play table tennis, learn a new language, play some more ping pong, plan a holiday, phew! Oh oh… most importantly, EXPRESS more! Talk more to the folks, not have that stupid straight face in social meetings (since I don’t remember people anymore); hold hands more often, smile some more and not think about an impending meeting during that time! See there’s a ‘MORE’ everywhere.

Harsh realities snigger up at the wrong times though. The work phone rings, chopping my thought-spiral right then.

Geography is limited. The earth won’t slow down. It already takes 365 days to take one stupid route around the sun. If it slow danced on the rotation, we would have to deal with a longer year.

Besides whom am I kidding? I can only desire to do the above mentioned things to prove my time extension point. In The Dead Kennedy’s words,

How I wish that there were more/Than twenty-four hours in the day/Cause even if there were forty more/I wouldn’t sleep a minute anyway”

Desires, bah.