LOCKDOWN TO DO LIST

It was an overwhelming awareness and we had by now begun to accept the fact that we had to learn to live with the deadly Coronavirus and its aftermath. Every day, in lock down was a nightmare, if not for most but for many. I seemed to have been the chosen one since I did not share the sentiment.

To avoid the chaos of multiple pages and a digital document that requires endless scrolling,I wrote my to do list on a sheet of paper and photographed it.I overlooked the method over usefulness.It was to be my guiding mantra to live by peacefully in such unusual and extraordinary times.

A self-employed me had enough at hands than to think of spawning more, I looked callously at all those on social websites that hungered to learn and teach .On one hand they touted, slow down your momentum, enjoy the nature, the family time and on the other usurped all authority in suggesting us to upgrade ourselves .

This motivated me to follow my own To - Do list.

1) Quarantine workout, all the household chores and my daily drudgery that I could never evade.

2) We were all locked indoors, so it was imperative to stay away from the landmines,personified people, spread across the rooms for the fear of blowing away the fuse.

3) Generate more words on Google Doc for when the world is uncertain and the ground under your feet is unsteady you realise you have unlimited potentials. These periods of disruption will propel you forwards.

4) Be connected with pressing issues at hand.Look at the world with fresh eyes and see how you fit in this new world.

5) Economics in life helps you tide over time and tide, a small stimulus could lead to unlimited expansion.

6) Drowning in the gallows of the deep sea is not a good option. Ride over Netflix tides they will carry you to the shores.

7) Early to bed and early to rise is a principle that serves me well.

My list was my holy Bible to live in peace with myself.After all, one day one has to take cognizance of the present day affairs and not always be a visionary and make moves strategically for the future.

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