The Jinxed Planner

Oh! How much I loved making plans. Neat plans, colourful plans, flowcharts, elaborate plans, plans on white board, notebooks, diaries and now digital planners like the Google calendar. But in as much as I was an enthusiastic planner, my energy somehow fizzled out pretty fast chasing those plans. Rather, I got bored with a routine soon enough in my venture. Earlier boredom set in after awhile but now I seem to get bored faster. So, instead of keeping up a plan for a day or two, I have ended up just outright negation of the plan. It seems such an unnatural thing to do - this planning. I have just plain given up!
During the past few weeks as the human race feels the heat of nature's wrath and stands helpless and humbled by a less than 500 micron half-liver, I really wonder why we plan at all. Instead, why don't we invest the energy and creativity in coping with what life springs up the next moment?
Full of surprises, taken unawares, living fully in the moment, direction-less. Sounds scary, or is it really? In  any case life seems to have its own plans. Sometimes there is a point  of convergence with our expectations, but mostly we seem to be out of sync. Then why not just give up trying to take control, while you are under the ship and instead celebrate the uncertainties of life?
Do write in with your thoughts....

My Mood Swings - a lockdown view

And suddenly a gloom of despair surrounds

Of the meaninglessness that abounds.

By dusk I reconcile to destiny,

Till  dawn breaks in mutiny.

What should I think?

Tell myself what?

Hey! We just reached the brink,

Says the SWOT.

Thoughts in turmoil,

Leaving much to recoil.

Such is the state of mind in suppression

Alas! the poor souls who drank down potions for their depression, 

Were only 'normal',

Just the surrounds were some how, Unlike now!

Hemamalini

Humbled in lockdown

I had always taken great pride in being a multi-tasker and also in being efficient in my tasks. But these few weeks I can only marvel at the efficiency and commitment of my domestic maid. Sweeping, mopping and washing dishes in more than five house-holds, and turning up like clock-work each day. I, on the other hand, started my lock-down days with a rigorous schedule of sweeping-mopping every day. But clubbed with the load of doing the dishes five times a day along with cooking, laundry and a zillion other trivia, this resolve gave away. Sweep-mopping every room in our 4- room apartment even once a week became an achievement. So here I am deeply humbled by the experience. These day-maids are the real heroes who sustain our standards of cleanliness. What's more they go about their jobs without any expectation of recognition or gratitude - unlike me who would grumble endlessly about being taken for granted, treated unfairly and what not!

Exploited in lockdown

Handling the mundane daily  chores during lockdown was frustrating and I couldn't help feeling exploited. But today as my husband steps out into the open, vulnerable to the viral attack I feel on the exploitative side. I wish I could say, "You all stay home and safe, let me handle this."