A string ...
The evening starts as lazy as it can be. You have just finished the routine back-from-office-how-was-your-day talk with your roomie. Well! And then a friend calls up. You manage to have her attention for like an hour. You talk about her life, your life, and issues. And then when you hang up, its already dinner time. But then you are also wisdom-toothing. That means you have the boring oatmeal or mashed banans/potatoes to go back to. Then you think about the days in hostel when you would treat yourself to idli sambhar everyday, in such situations. You think about apparition. And then you think maybe Google should get into these kind of technologies. You sigh. You have been watching a lot of superhero movies. Maybe you need to get real and watch/read some chick-lit. Why ? Cos that's what girls normally watch. And then you ask yourself when did I become so superhero-crazy. You decide you like all this good vs evil stuff. You decide there are good people and there are bad people. And since good was to be an antonym to bad, you decide there has to be a fight. And since you have idolized goodness so much, you make it win. So, that matter sorted.
Your brain again gets back to food issues. You heat up the morning stuff. It isnt that great, but then you are skimming through this awesome blog that a friend forwarded and you forget about petty issues. By the time you realize you are hooked to it its already 9 PM. Then you remember that your professor sent you a mail regarding a research project. It also gradually dawns on you that this 3 credit course is your way to graduation. You curse yourself for being irresponsible. And then you make a time-table of sorts to take care of the padhai issues. You plan to get up real early in the morning. But then you realize the textbook you want, to get started is down in the storage. Bleh! You smartly decide to get it rolling the next day. You call up a friend and make plans for group studies. See, you are not being that irresponsible after all! You tend to feel good about yourself. You have just started gloating when the huge competition you have in April starts looming in front of you. You are truckloads of responsibility now. The words 'be responsible', 'responsibility' start sounding like a secret weapon to you. A weapon devised by the universe to make you grow up. And you start feeling all insignificant. You have no control. And then just as you are getting yourself drowned into the well of hopelessness, dear roomie reminds you of 'how you were supposed to do your laundry today'. Aah, then you start thinking about the clothes you want to wear for the Chinese New year celebration lunch thingie. You decide its time you got your laundry done! Better wear clean clothes and go out, than stay at home.
You trudge with the laundry bag towards the basement. And you think humans indeed are vain creatures. They can write an entire post about a seemingly stupid string of thoughts. Then you see that cute lil kid in the elevator. And you start thinking. again.....
~nightflier