Have 2 minutes?

"Oh, my gosh!! It's seven already. I'm going to be late today!" He screamed. Panicking, he started to stuff his cleats and jersey into his football bag.
My son had a tournament and obviously, he didn't want to be late.
"Don't worry, that clock is 10 minutes fast. Daddy keeps it 10 minutes ahead so he can leave for the office in time. No need to rush; take your time." I said assuringly.

With a sigh of relief, he muttered, "Thank God! The one in the hall says it's 6:45, so I still have time."

"No! Do not look at that one; it is 5 minutes slow; it needs to be repaired."

"Good Lord!! Every room has a clock and not one that tells you the correct time."
Smirking, he said, "Fantastic clocks but just to decorate the walls of the rooms— none that serves the purpose it's meant for. What a waste! I think I'll just go check my phone or maybe my laptop for the exact time."

He was angry, and rightly so.
The one thing I never understood was— how does keeping your clock 10 minutes ahead help you get ready well before time when you already know that it's fast by 10 minutes? Unless, each time you forget that the clock is fast. Or maybe you're trying to trick your brain by doing so. I have often seen people do this, and I just don't get it.

Somebody in my family once said, "Time is the most over-rated thing in the world." Apparently, that person doesn't wear a watch, and there is no clock in his room. Whenever he feels hungry, he eats; and when he feels sleepy, he sleeps. There's nothing like "Lunch Time" or "Dinner Time" for him. He just goes by his biological clock. It ticks to tell him he's hungry, and it also tells him, it's time for some shut-eye.
Somehow, earlier, I never agreed with him; but now, I do. For years I found myself running around the clock with "5 o'clock alarms" waking me up every day. Agree or not, alarms just annoy you, and most of us set early alarms because we know well that we will be snoozing them at least twice. So alarm set at 5 means getting out of bed at 5:20 a.m. From the morning chores, making breakfast, and leaving for the office was a daily, mundane routine. 8:15 a.m. was the morning deadline to leave the house, lest I would be late for the office. Consequences stood right behind the door next to my cubicle, in case I didn't make it in time. 
The evening rush to reach home in the traffic was equally maddening. On reaching home, first dinner and then, time to hit the sack for my precious 5-hour snooze, the only respite after the long office hours. I call it snooze, as a good night's sleep requires at least 7 hours to qualify as "sleep."
I never had any time for parties; I actually longed to talk to friends and chit-chatting, considering my garrulous nature. Time killed it all. I wish it was a 48 hour day to fit in things that I actually wanted to do.

Years went by, yelling at my kids in the name of discipline – "It's time for school, It's time to do your homework," and then, "It's time to sleep." 
In every sentence, it was time which was of paramount importance. My kids were sick of my customary recitation. It was Time that got in the way of every activity they enjoyed.
"Get up; it's time for school," interrupted their sound sleep. In my experience, sleep quality is best toward the wee hours of the morning. Alas! There is no choice, but to wear your MUM's hat and do the needful, and be ready to listen to the day's first compliment. 
"Mum you're heartless,"– was the usual. I don't know about the heart, but my mind just said, "IGNORE."

"It's time to do your homework," cut into their playtime, and I was made to see their frowning faces and reluctant gait. 

"It's time to sleep" just meant that school is ahead, so no more bedtime stories.

This "Time" earned me my "MOM the disciplinarian" reputation at home. The kids hated me, and who was responsible?  Time, of course.

Life is a race against time – We've all heard this several times, but can we ever beat Time? You bet, not, or maybe never.

I am chalking out a plan, for my future; at least I do have the liberty to do that much. When I am retired, I'll probably go to a small place, where the seeping sunrays and the chirping of the birds tell me it's morning; when the dusky sunset glow tells me, it's time to head home, and I surely do not want my stomach to be dictated by Time. I want my eyes to close on their own, telling me that I need rest, falling into a sweet slumber of happy dreams.

To finish this colloquial Time-piece, or let's say, a Timed piece, I would just say, "Enjoy your 'NOW'– the moment - as that is the only time you have control of, and it's fast slipping away. So make the best of it."

4 Replies to “Have 2 minutes?”

  1. The random thoughts of a typical mom. Very well put into words. What would have happened if you were also working full time? Lots of more stress. It’s a crazy world out there.
    Being a perfectionist doesn’t help.
    Be happy be healthy and stay blessed..

  2. The random thoughts of a typical mom. Very well put into words. What would have happened if you were also working full time? Lots of more stress. It’s a crazy world out there.
    Being a perfectionist doesn’t help.
    Be happy be healthy and stay blessed..

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