Farlo.... blogging n efficiency..

Of the three months that i worked in my present company, today is my first farlo. I called in sick today. Since yesterday, I have been having some sort of pre viral chills and aches and pains in my arms n legs. So last night before going to bed, I had decided I am not going to go to work today. There is really nothing going on at work these days. I am just writing my reports and making my presentation which is on this Friday. My future job prospects in this company sort of depend on this presentation of mine.

I remember, that last time i indulged myself in this sort of behaviour was in my college days.. I didn't feel like going to college on a monday ... so used to take a day off.. used to justify my decison saying that I am going to work extra hard .. completely ignoringg the fact that I did not do anything over the weekend and used to buy some extra time this way.. a very bad procrastinator's approcah.. thats me.. but well..

going a little back.. to the childhood days.. some days when i didn't feel like going to school.. ususlay because of some tiresome class or something like that.. i mysteriously used to develop stomach aches.. and once i developed and ear ache too.. :P .. I don't know why the parents usually tend to see through all these tactics.. it used to be winter days.. who wants to leave the cozy comfort of the rajaee and freeze to death travleing to school.. huh.. samajte hi nahi..

but when my fake troubles failed to have any affect on their sentiments.. I used to make decalarations of sitting home and studying effieciently.. . "See, mama.. I will save so much time.. I will keep studying all morning and till the time you will come back from your school I will have all the chapters learnt by heart.. :-) I will be a good girl.. :P
.. And.. mom would leave for work.. and .. tain tain tain.. the moment I hear the sound of the gate clik.. yahooo.. yippey.. used to jump up and down for joy.. all symptoms of pain.. and weakness.. vanished in thin air.. oh man what carefree days.. first things.. TV.. aah.. channel flicking.. till lunch time.. didn't at all pay any heed to Barema's warnings.. or even dhamkeeyan.. ha ha.. garma garam pakwaan khaaye .. aur so jaana.. kittabein.. jahan ki wahan hi reh jaani...

Chalo ji.. ab to shaam ho gayi.. so its time for mom to come home.. now what... tidy up everything ..even switch off the fan.. and wait for it to stop rotating.. tell tale signs of inhabitation.. somedays.. i even used to make sure the minor wrinkles in the bedsheet were in proper place.. how meticulous I used to be... and by the time mom used to come back.. she used to find me chanting my notes .. trying to remember everything so bad.. she would pat my head..
and that used to be my undoing... feeling ashamed that i didn't really deserve that.. I would usually start studying from that moment on.. but some days weren't so good.. jab meri pol khul jaaya karti thi.. and then.. you all can make out.. the rest of the story....

So, its lunch time already... I started out with good work intentions.. but...