Ah! The year ends in style!!
Now all I need to do is go back home, sleep for a day, go check out the new office and spend the rest of the summer - working during the days and sweating by the nights. Now, that qualifies me to raise doubts over my I’m in love with this life perception of things.
Nah! You know that I won’t. I mean, I won’t stop turning stones just as yet. I’m too boring to even reach out for that bottle of water on the table and crush the ant on the floor in the process. The ant lives! I can drink the water when I’m finally forced to brush my teeth come tomorrow morning as per my body clock, whenever that is.
I mean- look at me! I always find out the hard way. The last time I took a swig from a beer can which I found in the wardrobe, I had to conclude that spirit-marinated roaches can be pretty repelling. If this wasn’t enough I followed it up with smoking a gold flake king size with a piece of chocolate sticking to the upper jaw - with a paper due in 4 hours I fell asleep on the floor. I mean, what was I thinking?
I know what my problem is… I weigh too less for a girl of decent sanity to fall for me. Of course I wouldn’t die a poor purely-unhitched-soul, but then as they say – but, why take a chance? Okay, simple solution to this one- I need to bulk up, dude! Okay, 3 hour work-outs every day during the summers- checked!
But wait, why the fuck does the gym need to close down, NOW!!
Quick alternate solution to the problem - Protein Supplements!
Now, these are sure to erode the already receding hairline even further, but what about the trade-off? Eat all that nasty powder and bulk-up and get a girl who’ll then run away after the hair-falling side effect kicks in or should I continue with the mirror-cracking profile description on Orkut which in anyway is not getting me anywhere?
Add to that- my favourite movie for the week seems to be Ghost Town, which I have viewed, reviewed, watched, re-watched, eaten, slept with and drunk at least three times full. Okay, now I know what went in behind the proper screw-up in the Finance Paper.
You know, this MBA thing is killing me as a poet. No, seriously!! Previously I used to write more of this stuff … but yeah, in the end, if they pay me well, I might as well spare them all, and stop writing ... you know…
Well, status quo ante …
