Why is it that all the brightest of ideas strike us when we are supposed to study? What happens when we have time at hand, and are out of things to do? Why is it that all our pending work and ignored hobbies beckon at such a time? The books lie open on the desk, but we set down to cleaning out the drawers. The newspapers are more interesting on that particular day. All the forgotten music on our playlist becomes so enticing that we just can't help playing it on loop. And all this even before we have logged onto Facebook! What happens after is history. The movies and Sitcoms that have been there with you for months are suddenly irresistible. All dormant ailments re-surface. Every temptation is yielded into. Socializing seems an essential ingredient to survive. In the meantime, how about getting the room cleaned? All that work sure works up an appetite. How can one concentrate with a rumbling tummy?
I have personally employed a million ways of procrastinating while studying ever since I was in primary school. My mum sure had a tough time getting me to sit straight without getting distracted. She succeeded sometimes - after she confiscated my Walkman, took away the TV remote, stashed away all newspapers and magazines out of my reach, got the computer's password changed, locked my book shelf, hid the video games and comics, made me sit in a room without mirrors and drew the blinds over the windows. A few years later, she would also switch off my mobile phone and make sure my bed was piled up with something so that I couldn't make myself comfortable there (read: doze off) - lazy me would never bother to clean up and instead, many a time, I slept on top of those piles of whatever it may have been; waking up with a stiff neck. Today, she would switch off the wi-fi and take away my laptop. Ma I think you need to pay me a visit, soon.
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