THE SWEETNESS OF DOING NOTHING

Enraged over the plummeting shares, vexed with dawdling projects, envious of colleague's progress, annoyed with capricious girlfriend's demands, then have a breath of serenity and have an eye on the most satiated humans on the planet with an ultimate wisdom to adore the once of a lifetime gift  "The Life". 

Italians have always been the laziest being savouring every bit of that comes in their way. Whether a brisk morning walk or an amiable chat across the road they believe in doing it as if they have all the time of universe making the whole modus operandi slower than an eel but that is what it takes to generate a euphorian way of living life. 

Behind all kerfuffle and hullabaloo of highly perturbed life there is still this way of engaging oneself, a life meant only for self, a time meant only to relish, but wait do our own self, our ego would allow us to do such an idiotic, impolitic, imprudent demeanour which may culminate in alienating us from a so called sophisticated, workaholic society. Well that's a question one needs put in their knowledge stuffed brain and stir it till a satisfyingly wise outcome is not generated (outcome.?? look at the idiosyncrasy of brain that even in an conscious effort to deny work it talks in computer terms.!! ).

Once people were born to live and work to eat but the mindless coitus and mindful inventions have pushed us in an imbroglio where people are forced to compete, where a person’s status is calibrated by his/her pay, where a child’s innocence is lost in mugging inexplicable theories. Time used to be an unlimited chattel which was kept in the pockets of barely covered forebears. Life contained endless thoughts but handful of desires. Reveling in the shades of nature, indulging in the serendipity of finding exquisite curios was the haphazard schedule for the day and night. A novelty of not knowing, a perk of incognizance.

Introspect the within and take a break from the frenetic routine, sit back, relax, put the fucked up ass on your rarely used couch, allow laziness to consume your soul, on the music player and play the song “ Dil dhoondta hai fir wahi fursat ke raat din..”  Well they say ancestors have left their traits in one form or other and certainly this form belongs to the crude, trivial and exemplarily banal Italians who believe in the sweetness of doing nothing.