ROMANTICISM OF LAZINESS
By Dibyendu GhosalDibyendu Ghosal (memb ID-1133 of the Amnesty International-India and a small-time writer)
By--- THE ROMANTICISM OF LAZINESS to pen a verse for another middle-aged Latin American girlfriend of mine by just cuddling in the couch. The verse for my girl friend would be like this: “Damn your society. Acquire power, money and woman and spend your life in full enjoyment “ , just doing nothing.
Dibyendu Ghosal
(memb ID-1133 of the Amnesty International-India and a small-time writer )
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I had been staying then with one of my numerous girlfriends , an unknown artist and a delightfully lazy fellow , at her cottage among the Yorkshire Fells , some ten miles from the railway station ; and as we had been fortunate enough to encounter sudden spell of really warm weather ,day after day we had set off in the morning , taken the nearest moorland track , climbed leisurely until we had reached somewhere about two thousands feet above the sea-level , then spent long golden afternoons lying flat on our backs - doing nothing .
It is not strictly true , of course , to say that we did absolutely nothing , for both of us smoked great qualities of tobacco , ate sandwiches and drank from the cold bubbling streams that sprang up from nowhere . But we probably came as close to doing nothing as it was possible for two members - in my case ---I tried to recite a verse for this twenty-something Afro-British girlfriend of mine to seduce her :
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s breast,
To feel forever its soft fall and swell ,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest ;
Still, still to hear tender-taken beat
And to live ever or else swoon to death .
All the evil in this world is brought about by persons who are always up and doing , but do not know when they ought to be up or what they ought to be doing . The devil , I take it , is still the busiest creature in the universe . The world , we all freely admit, is in a puddle, but I for one do not think that it is laziness that has brought it to such a pass. If ,for example, in July,1914 , when there was some capital idling weather; everybody emperors, king ,archdukes, statesman, generals, king, journos, has been suddenly smitten with an intense desire to do nothing, just to hang about in the sunshine and consume tobacco, then we should all have been much better off than we are now. But alas! That was not to be.
Even at the present time , if half the politicians in Europe would relinquish the notion that laziness is a crime and go away and do nothing for a little space, we should certainly gain by it . At least, I’ll get ample time
O My Hot bubblegum----
You’re the new sensation
You make me so crazy
Like dancing in the rain
You make me feel
Like taking away my pain.
When the sky turns grey
And I go inside,
When I can’t sleep through the
Lonely nights-
I turns to you
Because you’re the only one.
The idea that laziness is the primary sin and the accompanying doctrine of the strenous life are very prevalent in the America, we can’t escape the fact that American writers have not hesitated to praise idleness and praising themselves for doing it, that has been their salvation.
Any fool can be fussy and rid himself or herself of energy all over the place, but a man or a woman has to have something in him or her before he or she can settle down to do nothing. He or she must be able to plunge into strange slow rivers of dream and reverie, must at heart a poet or poetess or a day-dreamer like me, running after 2 Ws (Wine and Women ) and trying to build castle in the air like this:---
O my friend-
I like -to create the magic in my dreams
I like - to count the stars in that far away sky
I like - to stare at the rain-bathed rainbow
I like - to create the music of love with the strumming of the guiter.
Don’t you, too?
A person can have no healthier and spiritualizing employment than idling about and staring at the Nature. If I portray “Laziness” itself as a buxom and beautiful woman, I must conclude like this:--
“When the days are dark
And the nights are long,
You give me kiss
To carry on ………….”
Since one woman can never satisfy the passion of a person like me and vice versa, my advice to all and sundry has always been ----------
More Books by Dibyendu Ghosal
the lost souls
collection of poem
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