SKIPPING ROPE ON THE TABLE

Yester day I watched our 20 month grandson trying to take hold of the skipping rope on the table. There were two of them. When he took one, the other fell down. What surprised me was, holding the one he held, he was trying hard to put he fallen one back on the table. He did not succed. But the act reminded me of what I was from early childhood and onwards.

Yes, I try to keep an order in my acts

My job too had been an integral part there, in keeping up with this kind of perseverence.
If I had something to do, I had endeared to finish that before I left the office that day. The underlying theme is, today is mine, tomorrow is not

Habits die hard.

I felt the legacy is passed on. Carried down

A bit of philosophy not valid today.

Recently, Lila's Passport had to be renewed. Application had to be online. It was unfamiliar territory for me. Late into night I sat learning it and doing it. Lila came up to keep me company. At last I suceeded in uploading it.

She asked me how I was doing it.

I quietly replied, it was in my being. The bank job had refined it. The principle under which I had functioned was, if there was a job to do, it had to be done the very  same day itself. 

Putting it aside for the next day would only pile up the backlog.

I would never advocate that others should follow me. It is tough.

But once you finish you are not overjoyed. You wait for the next challenge, that would certainly land on your lap without delay.

You go on.

Have a nice day. 

Enjoy and savour life as it unfolds, reveals before you