Drag... Flick!

If you are thinking it is something to do with Hockey, then just read on! I would rather replace the word 'drag' with a more globally accepted term for it has a different connotations but I will let that be for now. The title is pretty appropriate for the way 'the act' happens.

The most surreally habitual, involuntary set of actions defines the genesis of this multi-daily routine. It started as a 'motion to deny' those who were seemingly reveling in its zephyr. There is the perception that one's nerves are assuaged by its indulgence. It appears to be the uber cool (won't know what that is though) thing to do even before you get yourself a degree to walk the talk in life.

It is supposed to be the pied piper for all those desperados who yearn for some meaningless attention. Most are under the delusion that it gets them into that 'class apart' strata of the already frivolous society. It manages to cast a cloud of illusions where the self-deprecating individual gets thrown in a realm of make believe. This is a world where one is the Lord, the King, the Invincible, the Ultimate in being-the-one. It infiltrates and cons the sane mind to portray a false impersonation of a rather staid individual who begins to think it is a style accessory.

Amidst all these myriad thoughts and theories, one gets hooked! And it'd be part of your routine. Unfortunately or rather fortunately for me, none of the above so called reasons were part of getting indulged. I stated the above as it is part of psychiatric folklore to associate the habit with being an answer to some non-sensical, self-deprecating reason for suffering from an intolerable case of insecurity. Huh!

It all started on 25 September, 1995 at about 2000 hrs. Minutes before that I was headed back to my hostel room to get some air after a pretty introspective evening about how the semester was progressing. Something in me told me to take a detour... and my feet took me to the All Night Canteen that was a hop away from my room.

Getting this monkey of a habit off yourself is a herculean effort. And believe me, I have lived with it for years. Millions of drag-flick acts later, I tend to realize the colossal waste of time and resources that was expended with pretty much no value add. It is a habit that needs a strong will to shake it off your routine. And mine is just getting stronger towards the moment when I will give it the final 'flick'! :)