An Idiot's Diary

Today is 27th of September......

 

Woke up little early in to the morning, from a blissful sleep last night [after gulping down a few blushful pegs] to the skype call from office.

 

Blushful it is as the pegs were offered by son in law. Though my head says there is nothing wrong, my heart goes the other way leaving me amidst confused temptation.

 

Temptation it is as a Mexican beer with a piece of lemon kissing its way from the bottle to the sip is the ultimate definition of divine bliss

 

Blissful sleep it is as I am a perfect pen picture of Sarat Chandra's definition of an average Bengalee -

 

I am

 

(a) As Worthless and Jobless as a Zaminder suffering from bouts of acidity

 

(b) As indebted as a Bengalee office worker having obligation to rear up and marry off daughters.

 

Hence with occasional unpaid pegs, the worries recede temporarily to oblivion in to a blissful sleep.

 

After sorting out the skype call I took poll position in the sumptuous sofa that gives a fair angular view of the surroundings outside with the rising sun obliquely manifesting on the wooden rampart on the other side of the glass door separating the living room.

 

The sky is wonderfully azure with bouts of milky white clouds fleeting across. The squirrel in the pomegranate tree is scurrying around with aimless business. The girl next door is pacing down to her perked vehicle with usual weekday hurry. The old man is scavenging the roads with monotonous regularity. A few early risers are out on a fitness freak. The peace of the surround is intermittently pierced with the noise of zooming vehicles

 

Inside - me seated on the sofa occasionally turning head to have a sight of my sleeping grandson in the crib.

 

Suddenly someone from within yelled out -----------"Beware of the ides of March" to remind me that all the luxuries would come to an end on 6th of October..........merely a week hence

 

Confused as I am again got trapped between Last Ride Together and Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.

 

While Browning whispers: " Forget Future.........Live the Present to the Fullest as if there is no Another Day"

 

Frost argues: " All Good Things in Life must come to an End. Pl Remember the Unfinished Jobs at Hand".

 

Materialized Tagore to take me out of the quigmire and sang aloud: Ami Joto Boli Tare...... Ebar Je Jete Hobe........Mukhopane Cheye Bole...Na Na Na.. Howsoever I try to convince him to say that my time is up, he with his unspoken gaze only insists.....Not now.....Not now.........Not now!!!