Guess who puts the ‘pro’ in procrastination?

Reckoning when my last post was posted you would say me, but it’s all of us. Well, most of us. The rest are just weird.

A few lines from a poem I heard recently in a Podcast which beautifully puts procrastination in perspective, I urge you to go read the whole thing:

Beware, Lorenzo! a slow-sudden death.
How dreadful that deliberate surprise?
Be wise today, ’tis madness to defer;
Next day the fatal precedent will plead;
Thus on, till wisdom is pushed out of life:
Procrastination is the thief of time,
Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene.

– The Complaint: or Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality by Edward Young

If the sun obliterates, for 8 whole minutes life on Earth would be the same – people strutting and fretting about nothing. We would be able to see the sun and it would be the perfect ball of fire that it was – an illusion and at the same time not one(for the scientifically challenged like me, it takes light 8 minutes to travel from the Sun to reach
Earth, so you see its past form). Humor me, Dear Reader, in a thought experiment. Imagine that the Sun vanishes from the face of the universe right now, this moment,
tell yourself how you would live your last 8 minutes. This could actually happen, you know? I’m just making sure you’re prepared to face the day, or just the 8 minutes. We do live our lives as if we’re some strange species of tortoise that lives forever. Reality is, of course, we live under an inevitable doom, i.e., we all will die and we don’t know when, could be any second or ages.

Food for thought, a few lines from the modern text of Macbeth, relevant to the context, of course:

“She would have died later anyway. That news was bound to come someday. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. The days creep slowly along until the end of time. And every day that’s already happened has taken fools that much closer to their deaths. Out, out, brief candle. Life is nothing more than an illusion. It’s like a poor actor who struts and worries for his hour on the stage and then is never heard from again. Life is a story told by an idiot, full of noise and emotional disturbance but devoid of meaning.”

So, why is it that, in our fleeting existence, we choose to live the way we do?

A few days ago, it poured heavily around where I live and it’s a rarity here. I came out to take in the gentle, cool breeze and couldn’t help but feel satisfied and mindful of the moment. Just me being there, enjoying the moment, the wind caressing my face, another rarity. I saw this familiar dog outside in the rain, playing with a torn up rag and boy, the joy she got out of it. The rest of the humankind was rushing to get indoors. All I could think of was human greed and it’s infiniteness, and here was a dog happy with her rag.

This is a note to me. A note to remember to be happy. To procrastinate anything and everything but happiness. Yes, I do need a reminder for that. And I believe, so do you.


Apéritif – a dry liquidy thing

Yet another passive observer turns into a pajama priest from his/her Fortress of Solitude(don’t cringe, I had to put in a pop reference). I like how the Internet has my lazy interests in mind. On a completely unrelated note, this planet runs on mass human laziness.

Dear Reader, Fair Disclosure: I’m not writing this for your amusement, I’m doing this purely to streamline my thoughts by putting them down in writing or just for the sake of writing or plainly to amuse myself, so if you feel like all of this is vague nonsense, that’s because it is and you should refrain from reading further, or do what we all people with short attention spans do and skim/skip the boring bits.

There’s a huge load of nonsense on the Internet as much as there are stars in the sky, or grains of sand on the surface of our planet. And Dear Reader every piece of nonsense on the Internet has an astonishingly enormous number of audience attached to it. So, there’s no question of “Why put this on the internet?” at all. There’s always place for more garbage on the Internet. You should see the kind of stuff I read on a daily basis, you would ignore me if you met me in person.

So, instead of venting to my text editor I decided let’s lament on the Internet and the reason being because I can.

Whatever goes through my tiny brain would be filled in here for generations of humans, and whichever species unfortunately gets their hands on this to see, much like the Captain’s log from the Star Trek Franchise excluding the fanfare. Who am I kidding, this is nothing like the Captain’s log, imagine Patrick Stewart talking about his bodily functions and what he had for lunch and saying, “Captain’s log, stardate 41153.7. The discussions with the Q being on the futility of existence did not go well.”

As the name of the blog gives off I’m a potato. I’m a potato stuck in a human body, the latter being apelike creatures that occupy the planet Earth. And you would be given a glimpse into my struggles.

If your response to all this is,


Then I would say, Huzzah,


Bye for now, I have a stomach that needs to be fed.