The value of remaining positive and beating procrastination.

Procrastination does to you mentally what paralysis makes you physically. I agree it is a strong statement, but that is what truly affects most of us, who fall prey to this life debilitating condition. There are times when howsoever positive minded you may be, the events and happenings on a particular day or issue might leave you knocked out. If you do not pay heed to the developing symptoms, it would repel the success that knocks on your door once in a while.

There are so many incidents in our lives if we trace back personal history, where we had got ample opportunities to prove ourselves, but negative thoughts assisted by the procrastination habit had closed doors to potentially successful avenues or ventures.

Imagine getting a call from an old time friend, about a lead in business, but you don’t turn up, or give the lead a call, as mental cobwebs in your thinking force you not to pick up on the lead. You get a call letter for an interview or get selected for a course. You do not turn up for both, and still continue searching for other avenues out of your grasp.

You get a good opportunity to patch up with your colleague or a friend, but you just leave it and lose out on friendship, that could have been revived, had you used that opportunity.

During my work history in the Middle East, I was trying desperately to close a software implementation project in payment systems at a bank, for more than 6 months, but the user was always citing negative examples of how the software had glitches with the payment hardware, and thereby delaying the user acceptance. I had almost given it up, of ever getting the user acceptance.

One fine day, I got a call from a Project Manager from the bank’s side, who had assumed responsibility recently, and was looking at such delayed projects. He asked me, if I could meet him and the user in half an hour time in the payments department. Maybe he was also trying to test our response time. I said – Yes, and put the handset in its cradle.

Procrastination and negative thoughts dormant as they are, in some part of our thinking process, immediately started getting activated and started to weave their cobwebs. But I was out of my office in a minute and hailed a cabbie before they could get hold of me and force me not to go. The rest of the story as they say is history, as the PM asked the user in my presence, as to how much of his time was lost in what he referred to as software glitches. These were in fact hardware timeouts, where we had provided a software solution springing the machine back in no less than 5 secs. He asked him, how many such timeouts happened in his cheque clearing time of 4 hours. Maybe, 2 or 3 times,he said, now on the defensive and sounding meek. The PM requested him “Ok, can you sign the acceptance form, if you have no other issues?” in a tone that had a air of loaded machine guns.

This example just shows how we can beat procrastination by immediate action and the DO IT NOW principle, so very well illustrated in the book by Napolean Hill and Clement Stone – Success with a Positive Mental Attitude, link of which is pasted below for your convenience.

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My Story

This story goes back to my school days in Bombay, now Mumbai, where I grew up. The 4 storeyed building where we stayed had around 72 tenants. Each tenant had a home of 450 square feet that included a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom.The ground floor had an assortment of shops that had 2 laundry shops, 2 clinics, 3 groceries, a tailor, a medical shop, a co-operative bank, classrooms of a school and now to the central character of this story, the civil supplies ration shop.

The locality spread across roughly 30 plus acres was called Abhyudaya Nagar which had around 45 such buildings, and also had the Kalachowky police station quarters  opposite our building. The nearest railway station was Cotton green. To serve these tenants, around 3000 and amounting to an average of 15000 people, we had 6 or 7 such ration shops in the locality.

Since this particular ration shop was in our building, in my running around the building during play time and my weekly visits to buy our monthly ration of rice, sugar, kerosene and sometimes wheat, I became friendly with the owner of the shop, who also acted as the cashier. His job was to check the ration card, similar to a bank’s savings pass book and give out necessary receipts after collecting the payment. There was another person to help him dole out the ration to the customers as they came in whenever any or all of the above mentioned commodities was made available.

The wheat, sugar and rice came in jute gunny bags on lorries or trucks. Kerosene used to come to these shops on bullock carts from the nearby Sewri Indian Oil godowns at a distance of 3 kms. A 500 litre tank was drawn by one bullock, and sometimes the 1000 litre tank that made its appearance to these shops were drawn by 2 bullocks. In those days, the rationing for kerosene, priced at 1.20 INR per litre, was anything from 20 litres for a small family for a month or more based on the number of members listed on the ration card.

Since kerosene was a scarce commodity and strictly available only in ration shops during the early late seventies and early eighties, people used to flock to these shops in great numbers whenever such carts made their visits to the shops. At such occasions, during my playtime that would start at 3 pm to 5:30 pm, I sometimes used to volunteer for support to give the grains and sugar to such customers, since the only man was busy managing to give kerosene and grains at the same time. The shopkeeper liked me coming, since as I was known to him, and did not mind me helping him and thereby increasing the throughput and reducing the waiting time of customers in the queue.

I never went every day, as I could now remember but made it a habit of chipping in only when the kerosene carts came and when the queue was more than 15 to 20 people. Some people especially ones from my building was only too glad to see me serving them. There was one occasion when an old woman from the police quarters who blessed me saying, “Son, you will be never be want of food in your life for what ever help you are rendering to us”. It was during those formative years that I learnt my initial customer service and support lessons.

Once, during my 9th standard, these consortium of such 6 or 7 ration shops decided to bring a lottery scheme for all the ration card holders in this area, and the shop owners went to each and every home and sold lottery tickets which had the first prize as black and white television and other prizes which I do not remember. During those times, since color televisions had not appeared, the black and white one costed as much as 5000 INR, a costly luxury item for most of the people. They came to my house and our shop owner asked my mother to buy at least 10 tickets each costing 2 INR to which she obliged, since she did not want to upset either him or me who was present at that time. 2 rupees itself was a big amount in those days, because you could buy a kilogram of sugar or rice or wheat at that time.

The day of the prize came, and I had memorized the lottery series numbers which we had bought. That day however I forgot all about it and after school, I went out to play cricket. The shopkeepers were going to each and every building and announcing the prize winning numbers on a loud speaker and when they came to our building and announced, was I glad to hear that we had won the first prize…