Me? Lazy?

I am a much misunderstood man. Oh! I know! I know! Everyone is so busy running around to find someone to understand them that they cannot spare the time to understand me, but that still does not explain why they should misunderstand me instead of merely ignoring me. If they do have to waste time in misunderstanding me, why should they pick on what they call my laziness - merely because I do not complete any task on time?

The problem, you see, is that, by sheer coincidence, I always find so many other important things to do - on just the day when something has to be done - that it becomes impossible to do what I set out to do. Not my fault, and certainly not laziness, since I actually keep busy all day. The problem with people is that they are too quick to assume things about others and, invariably, to the other person's discredit.

Take today for example. I had decided to put together my tax return. I replaced my book in the bookshelf when my eyes caught an old whodunit. This one belonged to the era of the 'Butler-dun-it'. It has been a long while since I read any of that sort, since my tastes had somehow warped to think that a twist at the end was dissatisfying unless it arises logically out of the story. I have recently been convinced that my tastes are all wrong. Therefore, there was this irresistible urge to pick up that book and read it. Oh! I knew it was going to be the butler who 'done the murder' - since I had read it before - but I really had to read it for the sheer ingenuity with which the author introduces the butler into the story in Chapter 20, just in time to be unmasked as the murderer.

Three hours down the line, I finish this engrossing book and start for my computer to begin on the tax return. It strikes me that it is close to lunch time and I might as well finish lunch before I started on it. I switch on the TV to keep me company while I am eating. Can you believe it? I catch a rare movie just starting off on one of the channels. It has this absolutely unique plot line of a scary villain killing the parents, and brothers separating from each other with no more than a song to guide them back to each other in later life. How could I miss this piece of unique art merely for a mundane tax return, that could well be done later?

Four hours down the line and I cudgel my brains for what it was that I wanted to do in the morning. Can you believe it? I just could not recollect why I had thought that there was some work to be done today. Realizing that the best way was to allow the mind to let the thought surface on its own, I go on Facebook and let the world know how affected I was by the ad that kept popping up during the movie. Just as I was replying to the comments, up pops the memory - Tax return!

Now, whoever heard of doing tax returns at night? Maybe the guys who watch horror movies in the middle of the night would love the idea, but I am the conventional sort, who would wake up screaming in the night if I did anything so horrifying so close to sleep-time.

Tomorrow, I swear, that Tax return gets done. Meanwhile, stop calling me lazy, Ok? I have not been idling all day - I have read a book, watched a movie, written a FB status and even this blog post. What more do you want a man to do in a day?