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GIVE ME A MINUTE, PLEASE!

By Neel Anil Panicker

It goes without saying that we live in an increasingly fast paced dog eat dog world; a world where crass and gross commercialism rules roost; a world where all it takes is one minute for one crazed man with a machine gun to wreck havoc on innocent humanity.

As the deadly ISIS and its acolytes that have spread their tentacles all over the world have so frighteningly demonstrated, a lot can happen over a minute__ sixty seconds to be precise.

Never before in the annals of time have a minute assumed such importance that the heavily disjointed era in which we live in nowadays.

The other day I was flipping through the pages of a small little book on management fundas.

Seductively titled The One Minute Manager, the book claimed to have excellent everyday practical tips to help smoothen a manager’s work life.

‘The individual chapters of this book are filled will pearls of managerial wisdom that will make every single minute of a manager’s work life count’, boasted the attractive heart shaped blurb that rested on the no-frills jacket cover.

That set me thinking. My grey cells duly activated, I thought hard and decided to find out what are the things that I would do were I to have that all important one minute to myself.

First the mornings.

My mornings, as I believe is the case with others as well, are very hectic. Hectic for me would be getting up at around six and after the performing my ablutions, settling down with the morning newspaper along with enjoying a cup of black tea handed over by dear better half.

Now, this time is golden for me as I love nothing better than bringing the full face of the newspaper to my nostrils to soak in its aroma. Trust me there is no greater aromatic experience than the redolence of a fresh newspaper straight off the press and delivered to your doorstep. It is an experience that beats all other experiences hands down.

But then again, not for me are the partakes of such innocent pleasures.

Alas! here is where I feel slightly hamstrung by the ever demanding constraints of Father Time which hangs over the morning ‘calm before the storm’ stillness like the proverbial Sword of Damocles.

I would like to here snatch one minute, just seconds, to fully immerse myself in the sweet smell that fills in through my nostrils, something that sends my innards including brain and heart and all that lies within into a tizzy.

But then the great God has other plans and has not deemed it fit to shower such a luxury to the father of a teenage child such as I am.

And so I forego this ethereal morning delight and get absorbed in the humdrum of existence, prodding along from one mundane task to the other searching in vain for the ever elusive One Minute.

And so the wait continues for that omnipotent one minute to come by.

Until then I have no option but to live by the minute.

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