No, the story isn't going to be a romantic one. The title is the generous result of my habit of copying lyrics!
Date - 24 Jan
Plot - Heavily loaded with what you call office work.
Scene - Younger Brother performing Live in Mumbai.
P.S -Younger Brother is an electronic artist whose songs have taken me and my friends on umpteen number of rides!
--FLASHBACK(2 years back) --
(Shine playing in the background)
Me - Yaar, younger brother baap hai, kya music hai yaar! I swear I'll be the first one to buy their tickets if they ever happen to come to India.
Friend - Banta hai yaar. Zaroor banta hai!
--PRESENT DAY--
Friend - (Over phone) Joshi, kal younger brother hai yaaar!!
Me - Pata hai yaar, lekin kal friday hai, aur mera saturday off nahi hai. I'll be all fucked up by the end of the show and then returning from L.Parel to Kharghar will be an exercise in itself and then office at 8:00 A.M will be impossible man. Chuck It.:(
Definitely I wasn't the first to buy the tickets for the show but I was surely the first one to click on "I'm attending" tab on FB. So this is what 6 months of being pro turned me into. Pretty bad eh? We kill our hobbies for serving others so that at the end of the month we bring home enough stack to survive another month of serving some more Badasses and many Lameasses.
Wake up unwillingly in the morning, run relentlessly to catch the train that will take you to your workplace right on time, work the whole day, catch up with deadlines, deliver the best product, punch out, plug in the earphones, watch the city glow in dark, come back home, sit back, another episode of some Awesome series, Dinnnzzzzzzz...
Oh yes, I forgot the Sunday. Oh my, what a day! A marvellous thing about sunday which every being on this face of earth must have noticed is the extraordinary pace of time on this lazy 7th day of the week. By the time, you open up your curtains to sunlight, the sun had already kissed you goodbye. Sadness!
What I am trying to throw light upon is, the way our lives have taken a barrel roll. May be this is the way life is, may be this has seeped into the aura of universe so deep that the whole world has made it a part and parcel of life and since I am new into it hence I am resisting this change by putting down my thoughts into words.
Anyways its a vicious cycle my friend that we've got into. All I hope is that maybe someday I'll be able to bolt several other parts into this cycle so that the functioning becomes smoother and the life gets going.
Now that the whole post is so pessimistic, another verse from Younger Brother pops into my mind, to help me sign off with a bleak rhythm.
Date - 24 Jan
Plot - Heavily loaded with what you call office work.
Scene - Younger Brother performing Live in Mumbai.
P.S -Younger Brother is an electronic artist whose songs have taken me and my friends on umpteen number of rides!
--FLASHBACK(2 years back) --
(Shine playing in the background)
Me - Yaar, younger brother baap hai, kya music hai yaar! I swear I'll be the first one to buy their tickets if they ever happen to come to India.
Friend - Banta hai yaar. Zaroor banta hai!
--PRESENT DAY--
Friend - (Over phone) Joshi, kal younger brother hai yaaar!!
Me - Pata hai yaar, lekin kal friday hai, aur mera saturday off nahi hai. I'll be all fucked up by the end of the show and then returning from L.Parel to Kharghar will be an exercise in itself and then office at 8:00 A.M will be impossible man. Chuck It.:(
Definitely I wasn't the first to buy the tickets for the show but I was surely the first one to click on "I'm attending" tab on FB. So this is what 6 months of being pro turned me into. Pretty bad eh? We kill our hobbies for serving others so that at the end of the month we bring home enough stack to survive another month of serving some more Badasses and many Lameasses.
Wake up unwillingly in the morning, run relentlessly to catch the train that will take you to your workplace right on time, work the whole day, catch up with deadlines, deliver the best product, punch out, plug in the earphones, watch the city glow in dark, come back home, sit back, another episode of some Awesome series, Dinnnzzzzzzz...
Oh yes, I forgot the Sunday. Oh my, what a day! A marvellous thing about sunday which every being on this face of earth must have noticed is the extraordinary pace of time on this lazy 7th day of the week. By the time, you open up your curtains to sunlight, the sun had already kissed you goodbye. Sadness!
What I am trying to throw light upon is, the way our lives have taken a barrel roll. May be this is the way life is, may be this has seeped into the aura of universe so deep that the whole world has made it a part and parcel of life and since I am new into it hence I am resisting this change by putting down my thoughts into words.
Anyways its a vicious cycle my friend that we've got into. All I hope is that maybe someday I'll be able to bolt several other parts into this cycle so that the functioning becomes smoother and the life gets going.
Now that the whole post is so pessimistic, another verse from Younger Brother pops into my mind, to help me sign off with a bleak rhythm.
Theres no one else, no one can help me now
Help me im stuck in this moving thing
Nothing is what it seems
No getting off this machine
Khush Raho!
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