Luxurious Idleness

Yes, luxurious idleness.


It is hard for me to tell about the origin of the name. It may seem to you a bit eccentric. Probably, I named my feeling with my own ideas.
Our ideas are colourful. In our loneliness we paint our ideas, our thoughts with various colours. And our ego, mentality-- everything is a result of this painting as I think.
May be, I could tell it ‘Luxurious Loneliness’. The marvel of all marvelous ideas, generally takes its origin in loneliness and idleness. This gives us time to weave a web of our thoughts. Now, let me come to the point.


As a student, I was very lazy. Generally, I spend my time in reading storybooks when I should be at my study. This writing too, is written during my test examination! And when I get bored reading my lessons, I spend my time in luxurious idleness.

What is it? Nothing special. Just spending my time in idleness. It seems to me very luxurious. I spend my time staring at the tube-light or at the lizards. Or sometimes I just lie on my bed stretching arms and stare at the white roof. On that I see many spots, sometimes that becomes my world, my world of imagination. And, sometimes I spend my time gazing at the perseverance of the lizards. What a colossal perseverance they have!!


My luxurious idleness sometimes reminds me of Ruskin Bond’s story, ‘Upon an Old Wall Dreaming’. The thought that one of my favourite writers spent his time in doing such a lazy and childish work, gives me comfort. His Aunt Muriel used to tell about him, “He’ll come no good”. And in the next paragraph Mr. Bond wrote with his great sense of humour and sarcasm- “ And how right she proved to be!” None tells me such disheartening words. Now I realize the story a bit better when I spend my time in luxurious idleness. It helps me to discover what I am.

But I wonder, if such a notable event would occupy a little space in my diary!