Good Days
A rhetorical question- Why don't people on TV ever go to the bathroom?
I'll tell you the pharmula of a good day. You were supposed to have woken up early to study for the midterm, but when you open your eyes, it is already too late. Even then, your mind is strangely composed and it somehow feels like you can go through the exam without it.
You deftly evade your mom's Breakfast Calling and rush downstairs and meet Diben waiting for you on his bike. And he greets you a good morning pleasantly. During the ride to the college, the chilly morning just about only nips at your extremeties like a puppy and you are still warm.
The exams go smoothly- you only wish that you had some more time so that you could write some more of your fluid answers. And realize that oversleeping was a blessing. Although you did not do as well as you could have done, you are still gently satisfied.
You deliciously chat with your friends during the break, and do not feel the need to share your exam woes. All the while, you have this brimming desire to share this ebullience with somebody. And you compassionately do.
When Entrepreneurial Management class starts, you have this familiar and impatient tugging at your heart and know that you cannot be contained in the classroom. As if to bow down to your Supreme, Sacred Desire, sir decides to end the class in 15 minutes with the pretext that you could work on your projects.
Then you think that you somehow have this power to shape the day and make things happen. But you also revere the Day so that you decide not to use that power for now.
After some deliberation, you decide that in the evening you will hope for a conversation with a very beautiful girl, so as to put your power to the ultimate test.
I'll tell you the pharmula of a good day. You were supposed to have woken up early to study for the midterm, but when you open your eyes, it is already too late. Even then, your mind is strangely composed and it somehow feels like you can go through the exam without it.
You deftly evade your mom's Breakfast Calling and rush downstairs and meet Diben waiting for you on his bike. And he greets you a good morning pleasantly. During the ride to the college, the chilly morning just about only nips at your extremeties like a puppy and you are still warm.
The exams go smoothly- you only wish that you had some more time so that you could write some more of your fluid answers. And realize that oversleeping was a blessing. Although you did not do as well as you could have done, you are still gently satisfied.
You deliciously chat with your friends during the break, and do not feel the need to share your exam woes. All the while, you have this brimming desire to share this ebullience with somebody. And you compassionately do.
When Entrepreneurial Management class starts, you have this familiar and impatient tugging at your heart and know that you cannot be contained in the classroom. As if to bow down to your Supreme, Sacred Desire, sir decides to end the class in 15 minutes with the pretext that you could work on your projects.
Then you think that you somehow have this power to shape the day and make things happen. But you also revere the Day so that you decide not to use that power for now.
After some deliberation, you decide that in the evening you will hope for a conversation with a very beautiful girl, so as to put your power to the ultimate test.
posted by Milan at 3:32 PM
2 Comments:
Let me g!ve a random guess...because cameras have "Keep !n cool and dry places only" on them? but that's TV never go!ng to the bathroom r!ght? where are the people !n th!s scenar!o? Cut, cut...more rhetor!cs needed, ! guess.
Dude, haven't you seen enough bathroom references on Seinfeld or your favorite show "Friends" for that matter.
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