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TDL

Here's a spur-of-the-moment struggling to live an organized life. Perhaps it's like a creeper trying to standalone, imitating a tree.

Suddenly I realized everything was going out of control. You have ten things to do, all of them having nearly the same dead-line. My gut feeling was that I have to rearrange my mind-set and upgrade it to 'multi tasking enabled' mode.

And I started using an organiser...get the habit of preparing ' To-Do-List'. Preparation of TDL before start working became a daily ritual. At times I have had to drag myself an extra bit to meet the self commitment. But the results of doing so in the first few days really satisfied me...

It does not take long for the nuptial to be over. I found myself revising and rearranging the TDL many time a day to meet the demand. No matter how hard I tried, there were left-over of the day's TDL, for the next day. TDLs started piling up.

Now I am a silent helpless spectator, of the TDL getting elongated every day. Feeling as if I am back to square one, back to the days when I was 'all spontaneous'. But I have not given up my race. I still religiously maintain my TDL. Don't know why!


NB: Just the moment I typed the final exclamation, the old Indian Railways joke about flashed in my mind...Don't know why, but it goes like...

After hearing the 'arrival delayed' announcement for the third time, our passenger waiting at a railway platform became furious.

Subsequently he went to the station master and exploded, "If you people can not maintain the train times, why the hell you prepare these time schedules?"

The Station Master maintaining all his indifferences replied, "Otherwise, how will you know how many hours the train has been delayed?"

Comments

Gaurav Jain said…
Good luck in keeping things on track. I have myself struggled to maintain a TDL for a long time, but always give up. I hope to get some inspiration from you, though :)
adi said…
some of the most important tasks are lying, screaming for attention in my numerous to-do-lists...
and this is an incurable disease...
and how the heck ur blog got deleted from my bookmarks, is a mystery for me...
it was not on a to-do-list for sure;)
today i'll read all that i've missed.
Rita said…
I am sorry Aklanta for the rather delayed comment. Actually I was unable to post comments on your blog for a while.
But I was dying to tell you that I completely agree with this post! TDLs - phew!

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