So what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object??. NO! Wait! let me put it this way, what happens when you just stare at the walls for hours? Then the first sentence comes to your mind, along with a lot more. Now, if you are reading this, hopefully you are, inspite of the terrible start to this blog, then you are probably one of my kind. We are the chosen ones. We are meant to be like 'this' forever. Atleast until we are preoccupied with something, which I doubt atleast for the next four weeks. So what does that 'this' mean? Tough to read the previous sentence, aint it? When after college, infact on the last day of college, when you return home thinking 'Ok, so from now my life is going to change' only to realize it indeed has changed, except for the fact that not in the way one would have expected.
An ideal situation is, 7:00 am : 'Ajay! Can you get me that you-what-what from the nearby store?' , 7:30 : Drop brother at college, 8:30: Drop mother at office, 9:30-12:30 : Facebook plus staring at the walls and other "End-of-Season Sale" offers in leading shopping websites. You look at the time and there is a wide grin on your face, all because you have managed to spend half of the day. Remember, that is the toughest phase! Afternoon and evening, its the same old case of 'switch on the ac and snore' all the way. After getting up, wishing you have spent enough time sleeping, to cross the 'uncertain corridor' in the evening. Then comes the next set of duties which proves that you are a responsible kid(according to the old generation, thanks to them for reminding us that we still are a 'kid') . The last lap(7:00-10:00pm) is lightning fast. Supposed to be the 'Wow! This is exciting to be with family after work' , except that just to break the sudden silence prevailing owing a mother's necessary presence in the kitchen and father's never-ending phone call and a brother's..brother's..(Oh man! What does my brother even do at that time) , one turns on the Idiot box(the one that 'always' listens to whatever you say) only to find out there has been an sudden spike in the volume which results in a 'Oh My God, my ears are bleeding!' state and then you find out the culprit behind this evil act, you see a man with papers and a pen in one hand and the other hand moving every now and then and his mouth is that 'never-ever-stopping' type and you then find out that he is a popular figure who inspired millions with the way to conduct a debate. You then feel for having turned that channel ON as that show goes on and on and on(Man! That fellow keeps talking that he even forgets to breathe).
Alright! Something just happens and pushes the hands of the wall clock to 10:00. Lights off! All you are left with is just a fully charged mobile and a god-invented-application for men like me. When there is always a reply for your 'Whats up' , you just welcome your peers(having supposedly gone through the same phase) with a smiley and start the 'late-night-confession' talks.
An ideal situation is, 7:00 am : 'Ajay! Can you get me that you-what-what from the nearby store?' , 7:30 : Drop brother at college, 8:30: Drop mother at office, 9:30-12:30 : Facebook plus staring at the walls and other "End-of-Season Sale" offers in leading shopping websites. You look at the time and there is a wide grin on your face, all because you have managed to spend half of the day. Remember, that is the toughest phase! Afternoon and evening, its the same old case of 'switch on the ac and snore' all the way. After getting up, wishing you have spent enough time sleeping, to cross the 'uncertain corridor' in the evening. Then comes the next set of duties which proves that you are a responsible kid(according to the old generation, thanks to them for reminding us that we still are a 'kid') . The last lap(7:00-10:00pm) is lightning fast. Supposed to be the 'Wow! This is exciting to be with family after work' , except that just to break the sudden silence prevailing owing a mother's necessary presence in the kitchen and father's never-ending phone call and a brother's..brother's..(Oh man! What does my brother even do at that time) , one turns on the Idiot box(the one that 'always' listens to whatever you say) only to find out there has been an sudden spike in the volume which results in a 'Oh My God, my ears are bleeding!' state and then you find out the culprit behind this evil act, you see a man with papers and a pen in one hand and the other hand moving every now and then and his mouth is that 'never-ever-stopping' type and you then find out that he is a popular figure who inspired millions with the way to conduct a debate. You then feel for having turned that channel ON as that show goes on and on and on(Man! That fellow keeps talking that he even forgets to breathe).
Alright! Something just happens and pushes the hands of the wall clock to 10:00. Lights off! All you are left with is just a fully charged mobile and a god-invented-application for men like me. When there is always a reply for your 'Whats up' , you just welcome your peers(having supposedly gone through the same phase) with a smiley and start the 'late-night-confession' talks.
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