Summers back then, at the Chitranshi/Mohan household were about Kathal (jackfruit) rather kathal ki subzi to be more specific. While the dish was a blanket favourite, to get it to that stage was a task,
The thing with kathal is that its outer appearance belies its inner yumminess. And to reach that yumminess is no joke, much like a procrastinator. Believe me.
Going back to those kathal ki subzi filled summer days. The vegetable used to arrive in all its prickly and sticky glory as if going for a battle. And it was a battle no less, the knives were sharpened and oiled. The strongest person in the household would get down to the task of carving through the sticky, shaky vegetable, oiling it at regular intervals to reach the meaty, tender parts. The cook then took over and scrumptious deliciousness was prepared. Eating the end product was gratifying especially for the people who dressed and cooked it. For the kids it was nothing short of a small production, one which they knew by-heart but nonetheless were thrilled every time.
Going back to the analogy, procrastination is jackfruit of human tendencies. A procrastinator always knows that there is a good idea/product/end result behind that prickly sticky outer skin but is not ready to oil the hands and sharpen the knives to get through. Yet, when either by miracle of fate or feeling of guilt or maybe due to goading and fear, when she goes about peeling the prickly layers of self doubt and works through the sticky anticipation of failure, the end product is fabulous and even more fabulous is the feeling that comes after attempting and completing the task.
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