Have you met anyone who writes the daily diary in the morning and revises it the same evening. Honestly speaking, I haven’t. There are some things which one is not allowed to be do more than once a day.
So everything has its own rules. We’ll probably….
The other things depend on is “The day”. One of my friend these days says, “Fate is nothing but what you create for yourself”. I believe he is right to some extent. Let me exemplify this with a live telecast of another of those ’K’ titled serials “KKyunki yeh meri life hai”.
Yesterday after wrestling with my bed for half an hour, trying to sleep but feeling too lazy to get up and switch off the lights, I woke up, took the decision of the day. To make myself a good grand dinner with chapatti instead of usual rice.When I worked hard, sweated for an hour to finally make something which can best resemble a roasted papad instead of roti, I said to myself “Fate is really what one makes for oneself”
But then comes a new day. My friend makes me a early morning tea. We rushed through the daily chores pushing the hands of clock hard of course in the anticlockwise direction. In the end, I got up early but was still running a few minutes late to my friend. So towards the end of our phase I of the day i.e. “getting ready for office”, he sits having steaming hot tea watching me giving finishing touches to the Monalisa I was painting in the mirror. Meanwhile I see my cup, mocking at me …. Smoking away all the steam it had. I finally get almost ready ,and what I have for to start the day is: last night papad with some pickle to make it “masala papad” along with a shameless (I mean steamless) cup of tea.
I didn’t make this shameless cup of fate for myself. So my dear friend, please answer. Lets get going, no point crying over the spilled tea, spilled in the depths of my throat chilled and cold. So we move on to office and just to do myself a favor, I ask my office boy to get me another cup of tea. Meanwhile I get called for a meeting. So, it comes it waits, it smiles and steams away….. another cup gulped … after all “Dil ke samjhane ko Galib yeh khayal acha hai”.
So now I had two cup of teas in my stomach, each one saying to me…. Go sit on the Stove and everything would be fine.
Next I venture or step into the second half of the day leaving behind everything…. from the beautiful memories of the “masala papad” to those forgettable/unforgettable cups of tea.
So evening when I am tired, physically and mentally, I ask for another cup of tea. But you know what…. The problem is that I had forgotten everything in the past….
Probably I should have remembered it and ensure it doesn’t happen again. But it happened, just to avoid the shameless eyes of that chilled cool attitude cup, I gulped it too.
Now what next, should I order another cup, or aiming for Mount Everest would be more feasible. So as suggested by elders ( read King Bruce), I ordered another one, this time with high hope and determination.
So here comes another one for the day. I hold it in my hand, with a smile…. First two sips make me recall…. Hot coffee and tea really tastes nice. Then the inevitable happens. I get stuck up in some word document all alone … without my dear cup of coffee…
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I decide to give up.
