It was a rainy Sunday afternoon....me and my cousin were lazing around the house....actually lazing...literally, and you'll soon know why..

Lately I had been showing him around some innovative blogs on the internet and suddenly found him all excited (mentally) about writing something creative about himself. We sat and thought for sometime as to what he should write about...since I am the more experienced 'writer' among the both of us, he requested me to don the thinking cap too..I was sleepy..but then reluctantly agreed..was too lazy to explain and put up a fight for not helping him out...

We sat on the couch..thinking...finally he ran a word pad..stared at it for some time..slouched slowly as the time passed..the laptop slowly moved up, it was no more a laptop, was a tummy-top now... twenty minutes later it was a torso top..held above with the chin..too much effort holding it with hands I guess...

The cursor on the word pad blinked at us expectantly.."come on guys..." We stared at each other in despair..we consciously tried to stare away from the poor cursor to avoid being reminded of our dire situation..even kept the font size to a minimum so that the cursor remains least conspicuous...

We stared out of the window and sighed...Finally, he turned his head back to the word pad and with great enthusiasm typed in the opening lines.." It was a rainy Sunday afternoon..." By that time, he had also decided what the subject of the post would be..triumphantly he looked at me and said, ‘sloth/ laziness’..ok now you write something on it..I said ”sorry it is your blog so you write...I can edit it for you"...he gave me a look that reminded me of a little kid on his first day at school when his mom bids him good bye at the school gate..

Meanwhile the cursor kept blinking innocently again reminding us of the creative famine that prevailed in the room.....somehow I wanted to get over with my part (whatever that meant) and go off to sleep (as I had planned originally)..so then I took the laptop from him and said ‘ok now let’s go through your laziest activities’. We pondered over them for the next few minutes...there was certainly no dearth of matter for this one...

We could talk of his dry wash sessions that replace a normal bathing routine, or the smses or missed calls he gives to buzz people in the next room..or the times when he keeps snubbing at his poor constipated dog who whines to go out to attend to his essential calls..or the cordial invites he sends his friends when he wants to have good food (friends need to cook for themselves and for him)..

As I delved deep into my thoughts..suddenly the doorbell rang..we looked at each other in horror, who would get up and answer the door??? I shrugged and said ‘look I’m writing your blog so..’ He stared at me, I promptly read his thoughts ‘who can it be? If it is someone who really needs to come in, let him/her ring it once more’..The doorbell rang again, reluctantly he got off the couch and walked up to answer the door wearing slippers on wrong feet, I noticed, had not bothered to interchange them..came back and finally..tired of staring into my screen, gave it up and started playing city bloxx on his phone...

It was my chance of escaping the charade and I grabbed it with both hands..stole one sly look at him..he was too busy building his tower..I turned back to the cursor..smiled at it and bid it farewell...quickly clicked ‘save file as’...’laz...’, pulled my feet up, straightened myself and before anyone could notice...drifted off to wonderland....

Theodore Roethke was right when he said;

In moving-slow he has no Peer.
You ask him something in his Ear,
He thinks about it for a Year;

And, then, before he says a Word
There, upside down (unlike a Bird),
He will assume that you have Heard--

A most Ex-as-per-at-ing Lug.
But should you call his manner Smug,
He'll sigh and give his Branch a Hug;

Then off again to Sleep he goes,
Still swaying gently by his Toes,
And you just know he knows he knows