For the last few days, I had been
seriously suffering from an incessant cough of Paralysis Analysis. Due to its inevitable outbreak that prevailed
for quite a long span of time, I had to seal off even several of my professional
works inside the envelope of procrastination.
It was terribly tough to grow under
such circumstances, though I managed to break off its trouble-cocoon eventually.
I found that when a load of works accumulated over the yoke of my brain and when
all the works walked together to shake their hands with the dateline, it caused
irresistible irritation and suffocation in my mind. The entire organs of my mind
start to get frozen, its hand become unstable and its eyeball rotates its
circumference looking for the shortcuts to complete all the works at once.
One such work was the preparation of the
Conceptual Test Questions for my research proposal. The questions will help in
my study designed to investigate the Bhutanese students’ understanding of some
Physics concepts.
But however, before I implement those
questions, I needed some Bhutanese teachers to take a role of an expert to validate
and verify whether those questions possess the right kind of muscle to realize the
set research objectives and questions.
To fulfil this formality, I floated the
requests to ten friends of mine who already have rich experiences in teaching Physics
for Middle and Higher Secondary School students. I dropped an explicitly long and humble message into their inbox explaining every detail and was patiently
waiting for their responses.
Fortunately, to save me from being
dejected and wretched, a friend known by the name Rinchen Choden (M.Sc.) from a
remote school managed to return my questions with her job done. I thanked her
with all my heart for taking pain because she was the one who happened to fulfil
my dreams despite herself being ONLY the one who does not have wifi facilities.
A friend in need was a friend indeed, she proved.
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But for the rest of them, it was awfully miserable
and wrong to expect that they would do it for me. Actually, I had reasons to
wait and expect because few of them have written to help me while some boasted
of getting it almost ready. However that ready never gave birth.
Since I had no time to wait and was already
delayed for my preparation, I was compelled to inquire whether they have completed
my requests. And even at this hour, few of them still continued to write to me, “Don’t
worry buddy. It’s almost getting ready”. But that ‘ready’ did not happen
even today after my presentations were over.
Having survived this dreadful event, I realized
that it is never too good to expect too much from one’s own friends. However, I
was disturbed by the fact whether they knew that we were suffering from Shiv
Khera’s so-called “Excusitis”. People who are victims of excusitis always procrastinate
their work by saying that ‘they are getting ready and after a few days later
they are still getting ready and a few months later they are still getting ready.
People who suffer from excusitis
keep on making excuses. Excuses are like cabbage to me. We may be able
to hide the one with another like a leaf of the cabbage but as we peel it off one
by one, that smallest embryo of excuses is found eventually.
“He slept beneath the moon
He basked beneath the sun
He lived a life of going to do
and died with nothing done” - James
Albery
