“I can only please one person a day. Today is not your day and tomorrow doesn’t look good either,” reads a signature at the end of an E-mail I’ve just finished going through.
The signature somehow manages to guide my thoughts in the direction of a question I have always wanted to ask everyone whizzing around me, “What’s the rush?”
People everywhere are in a hurry all the time. And, if you aren’t rushing madly from one place to another, something’s surely wrong with you! I am curious to know, “What’s the rush?”
You wake up in the morning even before your alarm-clock can go off. Your morning abulations are rushed through with adept multi-tasking in the toilet by reading the paper on the pot and shaving or brushing your teeth while in the shower. “What’s the rush?”
Hurry to scurry
You hastily step into your clothes barely avoiding tripping over your toes. You grab breakfast on your way to the door rapidly munching on the toast/fruit – whichever is easy and faster to eat. While one hand buttons down your shirt or screws on your earring, the other pulls the cell phone and furiously starts punching buttons like they have personally offended you. “What’s the rush?”
You impatiently stab at the button to summon the elevator and too rushed to wait till it gets there you choose to sprint down the stairs faster than a high speed escalator can descend with you. “What’s the rush?”
Your drive on the way to work could teach Michael Schumacher a thing, or two. You speed without need. You take your hand off the horn and gesticulate at people in front of, or around you to move faster. Either you really like the work you do and can’t wait to reach office and get started, or if you don’t I’d like to know, “What’s the rush?”
At work, you wade through the paperwork. You rush through phone calls. You rush through meetings. You rush through lunch because you need to get back to work. You rush through work because you need to get back home. You hurry from one task to the next, rushing to complete each of them. “What’s the rush?”
You rush to leave home. You rush to get back home. You rush to get to places. You rush to get away from places. I really, really want to know, “What’s the rush?”
Speed for speed
Yes, we all know – technology aids us in this mad rush. A personal tete-a-tete has been replaced by E-mails and instant messages. Voice-mails answer phone calls because you are too rushed to answer them yourself. “Delivered-in-30-minutes” food is preferred to eating out because you are too rushed to personally go to a restaurant, wait for a table and get served. Precooked dinners are tossed into ovens and microwave and cleaned and pre-cut provisions are tossed into ready spices and cooked in a jiffy. “What’s the rush?”
Deadlines, rush hours, overnight-delivery, speedy service. Everything is instant, and immediate. “What’s the rush?”
Flowers feel terribly left out, because no one has the time to stop and smell them. The sparrows are petulant because people are too rushed to hear them tweet. Alarm-clocks are wondering what their purpose is in life since they are never put to work.
Ever stop by to ask yourself, what’s the rush? Ever thought what you are doing with all the time you are supposedly saving? Ever thought why in spite of all the time we save we never have enough? Or, are you too rushed to think? Think again!
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