Necessity is not the Mother of Invention

It has been a cliche that my friends and family have kept low expectations of me during weekends. Through the years, it has been imprinted in their minds that I am in hibernation during weekends and disturbing me with phone calls will invite situations.

During childhood, the upbringing and the environment forced me to believe that laziness is a sin. Be it at school or home or social gatherings, lazy people were always considered a burden to the World. The numerous sayings in English and Malayalam degraded laziness and made it into the list of childhood nightmares. There was so much societal pressure to make sure that nobody calls me lazy.

So, there is a story which was popular both at school and home.

Once upon a time there lived a man in a far away village.He was hardworking and he owned a donkey,a lazy donkey. The man was unhappy with the donkey. Daily, he took the donkey to the market and tied sacks of salt on it. Carrying sacks of salt across the river was a terrible job for the donkey. One day, while crossing the river, the donkey fell down into the river. After getting up, it realized that the sacks weighed lighter. Upon reaching back home, the donkey felt good. So, next day the donkey purposely fell down into the river and got back home again feeling good. Now, let’s stop the story here before the man teaches the donkey a lesson. Lessons are boring!

Yes! the society narrates this story and makes us feel that laziness is a dreadful deed.

But, do you know the flip side?

It kills the creativity that is born out of laziness. Nobody has taught us that the donkey was clever enough to find a solution to his burden.He found a way to be happy in his life.

Let’s think this way : We were lazy to walk long distances, so we invented vehicles;we were lazy to wait for hours to cook a bowl of rice, so we invented cooking utilities;we were lazy to do our jobs,so we became filmmakers, photographers, and writers; we were lazy to call a person,so we invented texting, and the list continues.

Now look for moments when you had done something creative,something different,something simpler, and something happier. Now, think deep. Didn’t you do it because you were lazy to do something else?

It took two decades for me to realize the power of laziness.

Remember the quote from Mr. Bill Gates?

“I choose a lazy person to do a hard job. Because a lazy person will find an easy way to do it.”

He makes sense because I have noticed that I have always found a simpler solution to beat a problem/challenge/situations/deadlines.

I am sure all lazy people will show thumbs up to this.

So, let me conclude this way. It is not necessity who is the Mother of invention,

Laziness is the Mother of Invention.

PS : I was lazy to think about a topic to write, so I decided to write about laziness.

Man of the House : If laziness is the Mother of invention, then who is the Father?

Me : Boredom!

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Rainy Days

Yesterday was such a beautiful day.In the morning, I opened my eyes and looked out of the window.It was still raining.I felt like sleeping for some more time.The sound of the rain water dropping on the parapet was noisy but sleep was holding me back from getting up from the bed.I wrapped myself fully in my favorite thick black quilt.

It was 9 am when I woke up from sleep and it was still raining.I dressed like Ceaser using the blanket and got out of the bed.I could hear my parents discussing about something in the newspaper.I looked for my brother and saw him in sound sleep.So I lay next to him and sneaked into his quilt.For some minutes I watched the bedroom curtains dancing in the cold wind but they made me sleep again.

My brother and I woke up at 10 am cursing the one who invented/discovered breakfast.The water is so cold that both of us threw weird looks to each other standing in front of the wash basin for brushing our teeth.We both were shivering in the pricking cold and went downstairs for breakfast.But the hot milk and “Idiyappam with stew” gave us the energy to beat the cold.

After breakfast to check out the newspaper we curled up in the couch.We wrapped up ourselves in the quilt showing only our faces and read the newspaper.Though mom has called out for bath,we have acknowledged it like snoozing the wake up alarms.

Bathing was the toughest job at anytime and during rainy season its like a torture.Though we take a shower in hot water,we were still lazy to take bath.The moment we dry ourselves,we will again get inside the quilt with our jigsaw puzzles or comics.

It is awesome to have an early lunch and then sit on the sofa next to the balcony.Sitting there we could see the overflowing river which is 500m away.We used to love the “voice” of the river.The rain made the trees greener and the climate more colder.Keeping two cushions of on both the ends of the sofa,we lay down facing each other discussing about latest cartoons and comics.

By the time,mom comes up to the balcony searching for us,we will be asleep.But we will be waking up in the bed,and you know how 🙂

Again,it’s hot milk but with salted and roasted cashews at 5pm.We went out for play as rain God was be kind enough to take rest for sometime.We were back from play by the time Tom & Jerry started on the TV.

Again a hot shower with our toys ate away another one hr.

Dinner was ready by the time we finished off one more cartoon after the shower.It started raining again by the time we got back to bed.We slept wrapped inside the quilt hugging our toys.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Again,today morning I woke up and looked out of the window to see that it was still raining.Sleep was holding me back to the bed but suddenly mom held me against the sleep.I woke me up completely.I looked out for my brother and he was still asleep.I felt jealous of him. x-(

Today my 4th std class is starting and I have to go to school.Since its rainy season,he doesn’t have play school.

Stupid summer vacation..I want “Monsoon Vacation” 😦 😦

Sunday Nights & Monday Blues

Monday Blues!!

It is like a melancholy breeze that pats us from Sunday morning, then turns into a merciless hurricane by the end of the day and strangles us on Monday morning making us feel sick in the stomach.

Everybody must have fallen into the trenches of Monday blues at least once in their life.

During school days, Sunday nights were more terrible than Monday mornings. From nowhere, a strange pain always patted my heart while making my school bag ready with the Monday’s timetable. This pain often gave me weird ideas for not going to the school the next day. Though prayers and offerings, for the infamous viral attacks, were made before sleeping ,those days God was busy listening to the prayers of others 😦

On Sunday nights , I used to give my best shot to love my school. (Though I loved my school, it was hard to do so on Sunday nights ;))

Transmission of my prayers to God for stomach ache and fever happened for every five minutes; also for heavy rains with thunder if it’s rainy season.

There is a strange fact that I have noticed about the consequences of my ‘sincere’ prayers. During the rainy season, it rained cats and dogs at the night.This gave me peaceful nights thinking that the next day Kerala Government will declare a holiday due to the heavy rains. But the next morning when I wake up cheerfully, I could see the Mother Nature happier than me being bright and sunny.Now I am left with no choice other than bothering God with the usual set of prayers and then slunk to the bathroom with towel and toothbrush.

Today when I look back to those days, I blush thinking about the situations when I used to complain about the ‘Monday-Special’ sickness. Even after knowing my pranks, my parents never made complaints. But they did complain when I self-proclaimed to be a matured woman. They told me how difficult it was to control the snickering laugh when I tried to put on my innocent face and squeezed my stomach with illusionary pain. Parents revealed how they avoided not laughing at me. I hurriedly searched for a hideout when my Mom declared that very often,after listening to my whining, she used to run to my Dad and then cachinnate till she had a stomach ache.

Even after years, I still get a pain in my heart on Sunday nights, but at least I stopped bothering God because now there is nobody to whom I can show my drama. 😛

So here comes, another series of Monday Blues… 🙂