duno what ..

You see its my second day of writing and i already dont know what to write. Writing is a funny thing. You can do it only when you really feel like and it comes from within or when life really really slow as in Prof Rao's law classes at Symbiosis college.
Not because you've created a blog and it excites you and there's that looming compulsion that you have to write so that you can at least show poeple that youve written two articles.

So all the notes ive written to myself over the years have come at least a couple of weeks apart unless they are in those situations when i would have all the time in the world and am so completely bored. Like it was on those lazy summer afternoons during school hoildays or whenever my friend Kamlesh would start talking.

Such is the case now. I am in between jobs and am completely bored and restless and am practicing one of my talents - doing nothing. That is why i can and will write two days continously even if it is nonsense.

There is one thing about not working. That lazy feeling which creeps slowly but surely all over your body. I can bet that all of you working will and would love to be in my shoes. Trust me it isnt even worth thinking about. I mean think of it. Even a software professional whose life is a wasted and pathetic existence has a better day.
You get up in the morning when the suns shining straight at your face. Its 11.30 am. Thats an early morning you think. You roll around bed thinking of all the things you could doin a day as long as this one. I must however mention that the days are actually shorter than my concentration span here in Europe.

You come up with one thing. Watch that movie youve seen only three days back again. By the time youve had breakfast its already 2.00 pm. You then sit down to check mail. No mail. Has everyone forgotten you? You browse around trying to see if i can find anything interesting. One mail message it says on your screen. Ok things are picking up now. Its a mail from totaljobs.com letting you know about a job as a chemical research assistant. Now for me, not only is my chemistry knowledge as much as my knowledge of the Gastric Brooding frog(yes you morons there is something like that), i hate and detest and find it more groovy than Altaf Raja. So even if it were my last days and i had one bread piece,one shirt and one pant left to survive i couldnt and wouldnt take that job.

Anyways,you then switch on the TV but all you see is English comedies which make you cry more and laugh less. To top it all the serials are all seventies serials. I cant even understand todays western living ishtyle what ill understand day before yesterdays!

So you see thats how i would be. Of course im not at all suggesting that my day would be like that. My days are more interesting. In fact i even got a mail from an old friend.