2004
yeah.. yeah... it was that awful monday mornin' again... why didn't God create Tuesday after Sunday... anywayz... was greeted by my noisy neighbour's heavy metal music... to add to my woes.. was this fuse... trippin' the entire electrical activity of my bathroom.... then was the wall clock which gave haath... with less than 5 minutes for the college bus... was weighin' between my contact lens n breakfast... can live without a meal... but can't go to college with harry potter glasses... (damsels would definitely agree).. in that haste... dropped the contacts... major lenshunt was organised under the able leadership of me... my bro evidently found it... dust-laden... fixed it into my eyes.. finally hit the road... when the bus jus' whizzed past me... a 100m marathon pursuit... (million thanks to maurice greene for trainin' me..) with plenty of yellz... (courtesy... metallica n guns n roses) made it into that coughin' sardine tin only to find my buddy's lap free... the rest of the journey proceeded with bud's sneezes.. (type: spray...frequency: 100 a minute)... wondered if a combination of head n shoulders n sunsilk was enough to clean my hair..
was late for the first hour... lecturers sure work on german standard time... class received a discipline sermon... jus' when i felt i was beginnin' to sync with the time table... came the physics practicals... demonstrator was mournin' over the obituary of common sense with our generation... close on heels came industriousness n time management... flurry of harsh, cruel n cold vocabularies from the english dictionary followed... didn't take us much time in givin' her the terror nickname... phew... it was all over in 3 hrs!
durin' the break was a programme in the audi... a 45minute documentary by help age india... focus was on senior citizens n oldage homes... a personal awakenin'... they didn't want money... but loads of love... a good companion to drive away loneliness n boredom... they want to age beautifully n not in insecurity... they didn't feel appreciated by their sons n daughters... these lines still linger... "a year gone by... a year closer to the grave.." in front of their difficulties... ours seem so lame.... a few of us 've decided to pay them a visit n probably entertain them too...
while thinkin' on those terms a sudden gush of emotions gripped me... i've never thanked my bro for helpin' me out in times of difficulty... for puttin' up with me all these years... i've never thanked my parents for being there by my side... for everythin' they've given me... i've never thanked my buddies who've been my agony aunts n uncles solvin' teen troubles... why.. not even my lecturers who've made me the person i am... their never endin' advice though bitter to my ears have made me a better sensitive human being...
returned home n my mom greeted me at the door.. how was ur day..??? couldn't help but hug her n say... perfect ma... jus' perfect...
a special thanks to all the grandmas n grandpas for makin' me realize that love in any form shouldn't be taken for granted....
yeah.. yeah... it was that awful monday mornin' again... why didn't God create Tuesday after Sunday... anywayz... was greeted by my noisy neighbour's heavy metal music... to add to my woes.. was this fuse... trippin' the entire electrical activity of my bathroom.... then was the wall clock which gave haath... with less than 5 minutes for the college bus... was weighin' between my contact lens n breakfast... can live without a meal... but can't go to college with harry potter glasses... (damsels would definitely agree).. in that haste... dropped the contacts... major lenshunt was organised under the able leadership of me... my bro evidently found it... dust-laden... fixed it into my eyes.. finally hit the road... when the bus jus' whizzed past me... a 100m marathon pursuit... (million thanks to maurice greene for trainin' me..) with plenty of yellz... (courtesy... metallica n guns n roses) made it into that coughin' sardine tin only to find my buddy's lap free... the rest of the journey proceeded with bud's sneezes.. (type: spray...frequency: 100 a minute)... wondered if a combination of head n shoulders n sunsilk was enough to clean my hair..
was late for the first hour... lecturers sure work on german standard time... class received a discipline sermon... jus' when i felt i was beginnin' to sync with the time table... came the physics practicals... demonstrator was mournin' over the obituary of common sense with our generation... close on heels came industriousness n time management... flurry of harsh, cruel n cold vocabularies from the english dictionary followed... didn't take us much time in givin' her the terror nickname... phew... it was all over in 3 hrs!
durin' the break was a programme in the audi... a 45minute documentary by help age india... focus was on senior citizens n oldage homes... a personal awakenin'... they didn't want money... but loads of love... a good companion to drive away loneliness n boredom... they want to age beautifully n not in insecurity... they didn't feel appreciated by their sons n daughters... these lines still linger... "a year gone by... a year closer to the grave.." in front of their difficulties... ours seem so lame.... a few of us 've decided to pay them a visit n probably entertain them too...
while thinkin' on those terms a sudden gush of emotions gripped me... i've never thanked my bro for helpin' me out in times of difficulty... for puttin' up with me all these years... i've never thanked my parents for being there by my side... for everythin' they've given me... i've never thanked my buddies who've been my agony aunts n uncles solvin' teen troubles... why.. not even my lecturers who've made me the person i am... their never endin' advice though bitter to my ears have made me a better sensitive human being...
returned home n my mom greeted me at the door.. how was ur day..??? couldn't help but hug her n say... perfect ma... jus' perfect...
a special thanks to all the grandmas n grandpas for makin' me realize that love in any form shouldn't be taken for granted....
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