This is Christmas morning as I write, and under the warmth of my lazy mushy 'rajaai', I had been browsing random stuff at the net for the last couple of hours(Will Ponting play the next test, the sucker never gets injured or what, some random puzzle a colleague of mine has challenged me to crack, chatting with a friend in France about the chicks ova thr, and chking the latest scans of Karrena, man she keeps getting hotter by the day). To sum it all, as many including myself would rightly point it out, that what I had been doing the last couple of hours in effect has been a total waste of my time, with probably no outcomes or value adds. But as just many of fellow loosers would agree and relate to, that this lazyy browsing in the morning has a sense of pleasure, relaxation and comfort attached to it that could never be derived from those crazyy late night alcholol flooded parties, or those fruitless dates, painful get togethers etc etc. I do admit that some of the events mentioned above have a sense of joy associated with them, but trust me the prolongitivity of this lazzy rajaai ridden browsing cannot be matched.
However, as those wonder 4 years of our life (college ofcourse) keep geetting further away, days like these have become few and far. The thumb rule now is that every action of ours should have an outcome, which is only judged by the fact that how well does it fit into that psychotic 'i will save the world' story u are trying to build for your MBA application. Which then brings me to the question that has been the bothering me for quite some time now. If it is only the rajaai browsing that gives me the pleasure of my life, them y Y YYYYY m i stuck in this rat race where every action of my life is more or less defined by a pre decided story line, scripted not by my own desires but by a norm which the world has decided is perfect.
Shouldnt the story be mine...............
To be continued ;)
