My moments of unrest

Sometimes I really envy buffaloes who sit on a road or even shit on a road and come what may, they are not intimidated by honking vehicles or screeching tyres, keeping every disturbance at bay. You can literally feel the peace in their eyes. They really surprise me by their nonchalance. Even if you hit them they will look at you chewing their food as Rajnikant looks at their villains before kicking their ass out.

On the other side here am I ,an easy prey to distraction .Calmness often eludes me but I do have to admit that I share a common trait with buffalo i.e.  I am not much of a locomotive person. I would prefer to be a snail than to be a rabbit. What really irks me, when I am busy with something important or even not busy with something trivial ,just reclining on my chair with my legs on another chair. Suddenly my house maid intrudes and a kind of gloom pervades in my psyche. Now she will come with the broom and will tell me to go on bed(and please don’t misjudge it) .I don’t know whether you have felt it or not, a sudden revolt by your limbs, their utter reluctance to move. It takes a lot of courage to move or I may further add even thought of movement unsettles me and that is tantamount to movement of soul ,as soon as  I will reclaim my position on my chair ,she will come again with the wiper , I would have preferred a viper instead. 

I just want to encircle my sitting zone with a no entry sign along with a warning that trespassers will be prosecuted. I want it to be as safe and reclusive as Area 51 which can be fancied with tales of aliens and UFOs but is insulated from external influences or it should be declared as Laxman Rekha. Sometimes I feel as vulnerable as Sita because the Laxman Rekha is crossed by Ravana on daily basis in order to clean the jungle.

Talking about my chair and esp.my position in my chair, it may not be as important as the chair of prime minister but for me it is of as much value as the chair of party president.