Tick...tick...tick...
This is the sound of my cheap fast-track watch tied around my wrist, kept close to my ear while I stare at the facebook profile page mechanically responding to birthday wishes from my peers and relatives.
There is only one moment, so it is said, at the maximum, when a person feels true happiness each day. Which implies that if you were truly happy when today in the morning you got up, the rest of the day is going to be a drag no matter what. So thankfully, even if till now, today has been a major colossal fucking boring shithole cunt-muscle of a day, I still have a few hours left before I could be entirely, with heart & soul, JUST. FUCKING. DISAPPOINTED.
Such is my optimism.
Everyone has a number. You know the number. Yeah, you do. Lucky/Unlucky number. A number that scares you. A number that is a prophecy of its own. A number that very well could be the end and beginnings of things .
For me, its 23. Don’t ask why. And it makes me curious. What are the possibilities? Should I make new resolutions? 10 days from now, I will be in an entirely new city. Another adventure for me as an individual. How can I be prepared for it? What are the mistakes I made which can be avoided now?
Every time your age column has to be edited, It cannot be a happy feeling. It is never a happy feeling, except when you turn 21,I suppose. but in this country none really cares about that as well.
Cynic?
Maybe I am.
But my “optimism” reminds there are always worse things that could happen, that could have happened. Remorse, I think i have had my quota of that as well for the time being. I am hoping for better things coming in the future.
For everyone, who could find 10 seconds of their precious time while they looked at the facebook sidebar events and decided to wish me just for the sake of it, well, don’t bother next time. I appreciate the effort but really, WHAT IS THE POINT? And those who didn’t...Aren’t you a smartass?
With Gratitude & Apologies
Yours sincerely,
Saurabh.
