What do you do?
What do you do when you have two lousy days back to back* like it were some one plus one offer of Hamam soap? Yes please, do throw me the kitchen sink. I don’t mind as long as you throw me the bouquets and true love and all that jazz later.
What do you do when confidence level is generally at the Marina Trench levels and shows no signs of floating up? Buoyancy did Archimedes say.
What do you do when everything you pick up to read turns out as academic and boring as Corporate Strategy 101? Bill Bryson, why did you stop ‘The Short History of Nearly Everything’ at page 580 something?
What do you do when you become an exhibit in a random experiment to prove boredom does not kill? Because if it did, I’d be dead by now.
What do you do when you are always the one who turns up thirty minutes too early every time you go out to meet a friend of yours? ‘Too much work da macha’. Ok, my watch is not working and I don’t have a job, so what?
What do you do when your daily evening getaway is only as exciting as the insipid coffee at Java City? Sigh.
And then what do you do when a friend calls and asks you if you want to drive 250 km to check out the ruins of a 19th century French Rosary church? Obviously, ‘Come on I say’.
* Well it was not two whole days to be honest. The wee end of day two was the party at DS place and it was a swell affair. Let truth be told.
What do you do when confidence level is generally at the Marina Trench levels and shows no signs of floating up? Buoyancy did Archimedes say.
What do you do when everything you pick up to read turns out as academic and boring as Corporate Strategy 101? Bill Bryson, why did you stop ‘The Short History of Nearly Everything’ at page 580 something?
What do you do when you become an exhibit in a random experiment to prove boredom does not kill? Because if it did, I’d be dead by now.
What do you do when you are always the one who turns up thirty minutes too early every time you go out to meet a friend of yours? ‘Too much work da macha’. Ok, my watch is not working and I don’t have a job, so what?
What do you do when your daily evening getaway is only as exciting as the insipid coffee at Java City? Sigh.
And then what do you do when a friend calls and asks you if you want to drive 250 km to check out the ruins of a 19th century French Rosary church? Obviously, ‘Come on I say’.
* Well it was not two whole days to be honest. The wee end of day two was the party at DS place and it was a swell affair. Let truth be told.
Labels: Boredom, French Rosary church
posted by Preeth | 12:23 AM
3 Comments:
Whoa. You're really bored, aren't you. Friend hasn't replied yet ma - will mail you as soon as she gets back. On a sidenote, why do you look so serious in photo, I say? What happened to the impish grin that I remember?
Whatte a 'boring' post:D
And such a desperate attempt to not look like you're posing for the picture... Come on you can do better than that!
@Penguin -> I told you I am bored. Thanks for checking with friend. Will wait
@Sona -> Come on. Thats a nice pic.And truth be told, it was take 17 :)
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