A Summer Peruse

23^rd June, 2014.

Since it’s been a while that I’ve wrote anything stupid, and plus the month is coming to an end, plus I have particularly nothing to do, why not waste the times?

It has been a long month in every literary sense there is possible to describe how long this month has been. Even if I exclude the blood-drying heat that has comfortably settled itself over us poor delhiites, there was practically nothing to do or nowhere to go because of, well the heat (lame jokes, bleh!) and the reason that after exams, almost all of the friends were out of city. Even the slightest sign of life around was more than enough for me, (try to shut yourself in a room for a week or so, you’ll know what I mean).  The eternal boredom took its corporeal form in the shape of slow times, boring TV shows, and long afternoons with either books or naps. The same faces in my area with the eternal questions of –“exam khatam hogaye? Aage ka kya plan hai?  Service?” seemed like my neighbors are more concerned about my future than I am.

Anyways, I had to sought asylum in my books that I bought in case of any dire emergency that occurs, which proved to be true more or less. Succumbing to the bad habit of becoming a paraplegic while reading (no offense) or a vegetable, the month went away with accumulating and processing different characters and ideas. Exempli gratia, if you attempt suicide, you are an asshole, sex is not just two bodies with lust, but somewhat spiritual and is sacred (no I didn’t had any experience, it is theoretical and I don’t have any plans to engage in sexual activities anytime soon either), one shouldn’t forget one’s origins and so forth. The nights were/are devoted to fifa world cup (though in fairness, my knowledge over football and any other sports is damagingly feeble, so I won’t comment much on that).

So, this, the aforementioned trivial things in which I have been engaged with can be assumed as a quick glance over the dull monotonous life that follows, and I am in hope that this changes to a “garden that bursts into life” (dumb metaphor again, but I guess you were not hoping something awfully witty from me, were you?)

Regards.

P.S- it was a whatsapp message from dear bohemian that woke me up this evening with the dreaded news, “results are out”… good thing is I passed, phew! Heh…this demands one hell of a celebration…maybe Aerosmith’s “living on the edge” will be appropriate!