A PERFECT DAY

“Well,then define your perfect day!!” my mom said.....and at this point of time i had already ran through hundreds of wish-lists and events in my mind to make my day a perfect one....but alas......with every new second my voracious mind would come up with something better!!  “come on......be faster”.....my mother now saw me with a crooked smile......mothers i tell you, with all the experience they can simply play safe even when you think that you have got them on your hook!!....and the more i thought the more i seemed jumbled to utilise what should have been a lifetime opportunity for me.

And well, that’s the incident which brings me to this topic “A Perfect Day”. I could not define a perfect day to my mother at the instant she called for it. Of course i could have placed demands like “i want to go to the moon” or “i want to buy the latest android phone”....but then it had to be something realistic (those demands would have been realistic for bill gates’ son!!). A day being perfect is a myth. It can always get better than that and there lies the problem. Man, perfection has always been a bitch!! An able friend of mine wrote this article on his blog-“perfectionism is killing”......well, it indeed is!! No matter how much we toil to make a day in our life a perfect one....but at the end of the day it is always something like this-“wish this would have happened too.....would have been much better”....at the end of the day we find ourselves compromising on some or the other aspects.

In the wake of this question in my mind i decided to interview some of my friends and the answers i got were hilarious indeed.......”i wish i could kill you with a newly bought AK-47!!”(that was a dear friend of mine whom i disturbed him while he was in deep sleep.....at 2 am!!).......
”i would ask for no bounds shopping for the whole day and would buy this and that and this and what not!!”(girls!!!!seriously??)......
”i would like to spent my whole day sitting in front of my computer and play counterstrike”(geeks.....what else to expect??)......
”i would ask my company to promote me and your bhabhi to put a tape on her mouth”(my sweet bro!!:-)).....

“come on....make it faster....i won’t keep waiting for you the whole day”.....my mom was sensing a victory. Soon i was going to lose my bargain power of blackmailing my mom to make me nice dishes and many things additional to that just because i am on a holiday and she was expected to make my holiday a good one....rather a perfect one. And that’s when my devil part of brain sprung into action.......”a movie with you and dad!! Is what i want...”.......my mom first saw me with bewildered eyes then gave the sweetest smile i had seen since i am here. ”Done” she said and went to call dad to book tickets. And obviously she missed out on my crooked plan-“make mom happy and she would do everything without any complaints”(devil me!!!!)

P.S.-we as our parents’ children are always allowed to take the luxury of irritating our parents....aren’t we??

Story of a WORKAHOLIC!!

I am a workaholic!! I get into my suicidal tendencies when i am not given any work.....i get into acute depression when my brain is stagnant!!! I feel as if the diseases have surrounded me with all their machine guns and snipers fully loaded...waiting to fire at me. The only difference is they just threaten to kill...they do not actually kill. And the period when you anticipate your death is the most dreadful of all. I love being in organization groups. I love planning things out. i love waiting for things to happen as i have planned them. I love to make my brain think.

And i did a grave mistake of conveying this to some of my elders.....they said-“do something creative”........Well, i got many creative ideas-

a.watch television with repeating ekta-kapoor type serials even on the news channels (i bet you she must have bought the news channels too!!!!)

b.watch oggy and the cockroaches on “cartoon network”(i gotta be kidding myself!!!), watch the music channels who go on playing the same songs and i get sick of changing channels

c. watch the sports channels which display ”this channel is not available in your package”(they  vend those serial channels so cheap.....and sell the sports channels as if only privileged class people are allowed to see sports!!!) or....

d.i can wash my clothes which are stinking, courtesy my exams!!

My brain is rotting in stagnation!!!!then how am i supposed to think creative????!!!!

And i am not to be mistaken as someone who does loads of work every day.......i am not the great Sherlock Holmes who literally dies when he is out of work. if i got a class at 8.50 in the morning....even though i bunk them....but at night before sleeping i at least plan to bunk or not. That is kind of “work” i am referring to!!!!

Another peculiar thing that i have noticed is-on general days when i have a tight schedule due to my academics, i write much more articles and poems (i am a self-proclaimed writer!!cheers!!)than on the days when i am free. Now what does this say about me?? That i work good under pressure?? No!!!!!it says that i am fucking insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!GOD bless me!!!!!

First i complain that i have no work and take up lots of work. Then the work gets me worked up and i think of giving up the work. But i fail in giving up the work since i love doing work. Then i grumble about the work because i get over-worked. If the work is stripped off me then i loathe being not in work!!!!!

PS-congos if you crossed the fiery article and reached here...... sure would have got your brain “worked up”...;)