<p>I can recollect several instances of going out for something important. The occasion and importance of the impending event overwhelm my mental space. I am in no mood or frame of mind to meet anyone before I get done with what I am going for. However, it almost looks like the ‘whole world’ has lined up to talk to me just; that is exactly what I don’t want to do. Then there are instances where one is wishing and hoping not to bump into a certain person who one would want to avoid at all costs and yet that is the very person who suddenly seems omnipresent. Did I get my timing wrong? </p>.<p>Timing is a funny thing. I have often found myself at the receiving end of ‘timing’. There have been countless instances where I am looking forward to watching a match or a favourite program sitting in the comfort of my home on a certain day. Yet in ways I have never quite understood, meetings, invitations, guest visits and what have you all seem to end up quite diabolically on that very day I did not want these to happen. The message of the book <span class="italic"><em>Secret</em></span> wherein it is said that what you think and wish for fervently happens, dawns on me once again, although in this case in a ‘sinister fashion. There are instances wherein my phone lies around in a moribund and lifeless state and just when I am beginning to enjoy the culinary delights of a hot fresh meal, it starts ringing. There is an important meeting in the office. I am alone at home and already running late. The doorbell rings and I find that it is the milkman. No sooner than I am done with him, the bell rings again and this time it is the maid. With some difficulty, I do a ‘Houdini act’, break free from the diurnal visitors only to find myself in the midst of bumper-to-bumper traffic. Besides, all the red lights right till the office seem to be in one of those rare ‘exuberant’ display modes.</p>.<p>We have all heard about the importance of timing. However if one gets the timing wrong, one is almost assured of embarrassment if not failure. I have often agonised over whether there is anything I can do to befriend timing and increase the law of probability of the same in my favour. I have not yet found an answer and neither am I sure whether an answer to this conundrum can be found. </p>
<p>I can recollect several instances of going out for something important. The occasion and importance of the impending event overwhelm my mental space. I am in no mood or frame of mind to meet anyone before I get done with what I am going for. However, it almost looks like the ‘whole world’ has lined up to talk to me just; that is exactly what I don’t want to do. Then there are instances where one is wishing and hoping not to bump into a certain person who one would want to avoid at all costs and yet that is the very person who suddenly seems omnipresent. Did I get my timing wrong? </p>.<p>Timing is a funny thing. I have often found myself at the receiving end of ‘timing’. There have been countless instances where I am looking forward to watching a match or a favourite program sitting in the comfort of my home on a certain day. Yet in ways I have never quite understood, meetings, invitations, guest visits and what have you all seem to end up quite diabolically on that very day I did not want these to happen. The message of the book <span class="italic"><em>Secret</em></span> wherein it is said that what you think and wish for fervently happens, dawns on me once again, although in this case in a ‘sinister fashion. There are instances wherein my phone lies around in a moribund and lifeless state and just when I am beginning to enjoy the culinary delights of a hot fresh meal, it starts ringing. There is an important meeting in the office. I am alone at home and already running late. The doorbell rings and I find that it is the milkman. No sooner than I am done with him, the bell rings again and this time it is the maid. With some difficulty, I do a ‘Houdini act’, break free from the diurnal visitors only to find myself in the midst of bumper-to-bumper traffic. Besides, all the red lights right till the office seem to be in one of those rare ‘exuberant’ display modes.</p>.<p>We have all heard about the importance of timing. However if one gets the timing wrong, one is almost assured of embarrassment if not failure. I have often agonised over whether there is anything I can do to befriend timing and increase the law of probability of the same in my favour. I have not yet found an answer and neither am I sure whether an answer to this conundrum can be found. </p>