Distractions

I have been lately reading a novel after a hiatus of eight months, ‘The narrow road to deep north’. It has some beautiful Japanese poetry embedded into it. One month is over since it arrived at my place. I should have completed reading it. But wait, I had distractions in form of internet buzzing everyday on phone.

Data consumption through phone is phenomenally high for me with superfast 3G and an awesome Wi-Fi that never dies unlike the internet which I had at home and was provided by a government service provider. It was crappy and I used to pray for a decent connection every day. I survived on it for more than four years. And here, the internet connectivity is superb. The service provider here alerts you when there will be down time. I hadn’t experienced this kind of internet service. The drawback is your phone is constantly connected and you end up reading whole lot of now stuff beaming on ‘Reddit’, Travel blogs, NY times or twitter. Today, I was reading one article on NY times that actually lambasted the managerial skills of Marrisa Mayer, the CEO of Yahoo. For some two years, Marissa was praised for leading Yahoo but this article actually painted a completely different picture. You are under complete scrutiny if you are leading a giant which is falling apart. Also I rarely visit Yahoo, so do many people. That says it all. The article was longish and chronicled her two years. The article link is here

I read many things beaming even through twitter timeline. Sometimes it gives you good insight but it comes at a time when you are neglecting your current task of completing a beautiful novel. There were days when I used to get hooked to book and used to be get disturbed only by your mom yelling at top of voice for idling.

You need to remain focussed with the task assigned to you. The other day I found that YouTube streams in my office. And I started streaming some Hans Zimmer music for one hour. Though I will complete the work, no one around me uses YouTube in office. I need to stop it.

I hope to complete the novel as early as possible but Saturdays and Sundays have turned dysfunctional for me. And weekdays, even after you come back home even before six, things start to look bleak. I just touched some 170 pages and it’s a long way to go for Dorrigo Evans to get out of Burma and me to do something that is fulfilling my mind.