Back in office after a 4-day hiatus... Good to touch the green, green grass of home... Can't believe I missed my workplace! Hehe! Well I guess, if one spends 4 days hungry at home because one is too lazy to get up, go out and eat, one would miss the place where all they do is smash one's head against the nearest wall with a window-pane-shattering frequency!
My cousin is stirring up trouble for me... Technically, he's my uncle, since he's my mom's cousin, but he's younger than me so I call him cousin! Anyway, he says with my XAT score I can easily get into XIMB, regardless of my XLRI fiasco, and keeps telling mom to try for the same... Denny asshole!!! Mom, on the other hand, is always after me to start studying for next year's exam...
To all the nerds out there, please tell me what drives you to study for an exam, any exam... Sure, getting into XLRI will cause my popularity levels to sky-rocket, but to what end... People who hate me, will continue to hate me, and people who love me, will continue to love me too... If I secure a seat there, people who never wished me well will simply loathe me out of jealousy, and if I perform as well as Salman Khan at a driving test, they will continue to ridicule me... I don't have to prove nothing to myself, because I have had enough of the exams I have already struggled through... Damn, I will study, damn!
Me and a friend were squabbling on the office communicator today... He asked me a relatively harmless question: why I don't post on Infy Blogs, and the scope of the arguments turned to verbal-ability-trashing! He was ridiculing my church-sermon-length posts and I was poking fun at the corny outpourings of his dyslexia! I finally told him to shove his "this" up his "that"! He got what I meant, and I'm sure you did too!! Anyway, I punished him by barraging his mailbox... He hates getting mails and his favourite punchline happens to be "Die Outlook, Die"! Its why I chose that particular path of retribution!
Alex can sure be cynical if he wants!! Sometimes a tad too sarcastic for comfort...
Anyway, yesterday at the hospital, they brought in a kid for a tetanus shot... The lil guy was bawling at the top of his lungs, protesting to an injection... His cries went unheeded though, as his shorts were pulled down and an injection pumped in! I have faced my fair share of injections too as a kid... Having a nurse for a mom has sure put me through a lot of those... I used to wish I could grow up fast enough to stop people from pulling down my shorts whenever they felt like it...
Life as a kid has its bitter moments... But it also has too many pluses to make up for all that... As a kid, one does not have any forlorn memories or any worries about the upcoming future... Life is a closed treasure chest with infinite possibilities... Thinking about your future is only restricted to deciding which comic to read after finishing with the current one, or figuring out whether to play hide-and-seek or cricket with the neighbourhood kids!
Life to me right now is like watching "Gone in 60 seconds" for the 427th time... As much as I still enjoy the thrill, I just know what is coming next... A part of me is not even interested in what is coming next... That sense of wonder is long gone... Grown ups do tend to adopt that resigned attitude to Life... Victory/defeat become trivial and Life metamorphoses into a prime time slot between birth and death...
Even boyish acts like squabbling with friends over the communicator seem...well...boyish!! My phone rings and I pick up knowing very well who is calling, and the person keeps the phone at the other end; seems boyish... I know who is calling because she is the only one who has that number...
I need to find that kid in me... I need life to throw something at me, without me knowing what it is... A rose, a rock or a rotten tomato, I don't care... As long as I don't know...
Current Mood: Ho-Hum
Jukebox: Dheere Dheere - Shaurya
My cousin is stirring up trouble for me... Technically, he's my uncle, since he's my mom's cousin, but he's younger than me so I call him cousin! Anyway, he says with my XAT score I can easily get into XIMB, regardless of my XLRI fiasco, and keeps telling mom to try for the same... Denny asshole!!! Mom, on the other hand, is always after me to start studying for next year's exam...
To all the nerds out there, please tell me what drives you to study for an exam, any exam... Sure, getting into XLRI will cause my popularity levels to sky-rocket, but to what end... People who hate me, will continue to hate me, and people who love me, will continue to love me too... If I secure a seat there, people who never wished me well will simply loathe me out of jealousy, and if I perform as well as Salman Khan at a driving test, they will continue to ridicule me... I don't have to prove nothing to myself, because I have had enough of the exams I have already struggled through... Damn, I will study, damn!
Me and a friend were squabbling on the office communicator today... He asked me a relatively harmless question: why I don't post on Infy Blogs, and the scope of the arguments turned to verbal-ability-trashing! He was ridiculing my church-sermon-length posts and I was poking fun at the corny outpourings of his dyslexia! I finally told him to shove his "this" up his "that"! He got what I meant, and I'm sure you did too!! Anyway, I punished him by barraging his mailbox... He hates getting mails and his favourite punchline happens to be "Die Outlook, Die"! Its why I chose that particular path of retribution!
Alex can sure be cynical if he wants!! Sometimes a tad too sarcastic for comfort...
Anyway, yesterday at the hospital, they brought in a kid for a tetanus shot... The lil guy was bawling at the top of his lungs, protesting to an injection... His cries went unheeded though, as his shorts were pulled down and an injection pumped in! I have faced my fair share of injections too as a kid... Having a nurse for a mom has sure put me through a lot of those... I used to wish I could grow up fast enough to stop people from pulling down my shorts whenever they felt like it...
Life as a kid has its bitter moments... But it also has too many pluses to make up for all that... As a kid, one does not have any forlorn memories or any worries about the upcoming future... Life is a closed treasure chest with infinite possibilities... Thinking about your future is only restricted to deciding which comic to read after finishing with the current one, or figuring out whether to play hide-and-seek or cricket with the neighbourhood kids!
Life to me right now is like watching "Gone in 60 seconds" for the 427th time... As much as I still enjoy the thrill, I just know what is coming next... A part of me is not even interested in what is coming next... That sense of wonder is long gone... Grown ups do tend to adopt that resigned attitude to Life... Victory/defeat become trivial and Life metamorphoses into a prime time slot between birth and death...
Even boyish acts like squabbling with friends over the communicator seem...well...boyish!! My phone rings and I pick up knowing very well who is calling, and the person keeps the phone at the other end; seems boyish... I know who is calling because she is the only one who has that number...
I need to find that kid in me... I need life to throw something at me, without me knowing what it is... A rose, a rock or a rotten tomato, I don't care... As long as I don't know...
Current Mood: Ho-Hum
Jukebox: Dheere Dheere - Shaurya
Well as a kid I wanted to be Super Commando Dhruv............
ReplyDeletehehehe...........now I think abt my kiddy days and laugh my a** out..
I stil wana be super commando dhruv!!
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