There isn’t anything that can’t be made right with a ‘gotta’ of freshly-fried tapioca chips and a big bear hug. As we grow old, we begin to nurse a new-found admiration towards soap bubbles. Work becomes the passion, the way in and the sole way-out; ‘studies’ is another name for CSR.
Facebook stops making it to the priority list anymore and you know Twitter can wait. Projects and assignments are monsters that haunt your dreams and keep you up till the wee hours of the morning. Yet, you feel it is important to be up for another couple of hours to receive a Skype from a friend who is at the other end of the world.
Dozing in the bus is not for the elderly anymore. Not even the good three cups of caffeine and malt you had at work can keep you from snoozing off. Stress is a reason to pay regular visits to your beautician. Hair is another name for the in-built trouble-making device with a lifetime warranty. Holidays cheat on you when they decide to fall on the weekend.
Chocolate is more faithful than the imaginary sweetheart who could not make it to your reality. Junk food is one step towards heaven. You can’t think straight when there’s a mound of French fries ogling at you from the table.
You didn’t know that there was a television at home until you see your dad taking it for repairs. Yet you know what is happening in the House, which Academy award went to whom and the so-called Middle Eastern countries that are swept away by the waves of revolution are in fact African countries.
Music is the only tranquilizer that is available in abundance. Leaving the earphones at home is like being out there without the NIC. Books are the childhood sweethearts who look at you when you pass the dust-sodden bookshelves at home.
Friends are the reason to go on living. Parents are your conscience-keepers. Getting married and settling down are two high- priority spaceship tours in the NASA schedule. Travel bug is an annoying sickness when you don’t have enough leave to take. You try hard to get away and go foot –loose, not because you hate your work that has become a religion, but you know that once the maturity comes and the religions change, travel is the mantra for experience.
And once in lifetime, you come out of the cocoon of the couch potato to become a tireless traveller, to seek refuge in the same cocoon in another ten or twelve years.
Facebook stops making it to the priority list anymore and you know Twitter can wait. Projects and assignments are monsters that haunt your dreams and keep you up till the wee hours of the morning. Yet, you feel it is important to be up for another couple of hours to receive a Skype from a friend who is at the other end of the world.
Dozing in the bus is not for the elderly anymore. Not even the good three cups of caffeine and malt you had at work can keep you from snoozing off. Stress is a reason to pay regular visits to your beautician. Hair is another name for the in-built trouble-making device with a lifetime warranty. Holidays cheat on you when they decide to fall on the weekend.
Chocolate is more faithful than the imaginary sweetheart who could not make it to your reality. Junk food is one step towards heaven. You can’t think straight when there’s a mound of French fries ogling at you from the table.
You didn’t know that there was a television at home until you see your dad taking it for repairs. Yet you know what is happening in the House, which Academy award went to whom and the so-called Middle Eastern countries that are swept away by the waves of revolution are in fact African countries.
Music is the only tranquilizer that is available in abundance. Leaving the earphones at home is like being out there without the NIC. Books are the childhood sweethearts who look at you when you pass the dust-sodden bookshelves at home.
Friends are the reason to go on living. Parents are your conscience-keepers. Getting married and settling down are two high- priority spaceship tours in the NASA schedule. Travel bug is an annoying sickness when you don’t have enough leave to take. You try hard to get away and go foot –loose, not because you hate your work that has become a religion, but you know that once the maturity comes and the religions change, travel is the mantra for experience.
And once in lifetime, you come out of the cocoon of the couch potato to become a tireless traveller, to seek refuge in the same cocoon in another ten or twelve years.
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