Jobless with a bright future!

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He gets up early morning, finishes his morning ritual and reads his beloved newspaper with a cup of tea, a cliché of habits for Indian male working class, but he doesn’t seem bothered about class stereotypes or the political musings happening around. In his experienced yet not so long 50 years of life he has seen several cycles of political up-heaving and bland cricket news. By the time he finishes his everyday morning business, you are still asleep because you were up last night till 3 am chatting with your friends on WhatsApp. He just gives you a polite nudge to get up before he leaves for office and you just give him a grumpy look and wonder how he does it every single day. You wonder how he manages to have that much energy although he is twice your age and ponder over what motivates him to feed your lazy ass and why does he never ever complain?! On a second thought you think, well that’s what makes him your papa! The daddy!

That's me when I get up every single day! 
Anyway, with a bitter non-alcoholic sleep hangover, you walk to the kitchen and see her cooking the breakfast and already yelling at you for sleeping so late at night. She’s always in a bit of hurry in the mornings. You wonder how she decides on the menu for breakfast every single day and how on earth can anyone make such an amazing tea in this whole remorseful gloomy world (a universal trait for mothers)! The 25 year long experience tells you that her hurried stance won’t end till you finish eating your lunch and give her the TV remote for her favourite daily soap, which she missed last night because she was preparing dinner for you. Therefore, without any further thought, you leave the kitchen escaping all her busy-ness and droll over to the morning temple – the toilet.

Meanwhile, you wonder, how some people say that morning feels fresh and lively while you struggle to walk till your bathroom. But then reality strikes when you see that it’s already 10 o clock, not really the glorious and cool 6:00 am morning, which poets describe in their writings. By the time you reach the destination and stare at the mirror admiring the amazing work of pillows on your hairstyle, you are fully awake and already wondering about the morning’s schedule. You promised yesterday that you’ll be productive today, however the energy level in your body and the perfect reminder that you have 2 episodes of Suits to finish creates a perfect scenario to procrastinate whatever the “productive work” you had thought of yesterday. Meanwhile, your 45 min of introspective morning shower invites even more yelling from your mother and by the time you finish your breakfast it’s 12 noon and your day has already begun with 2 episodes of Suits along with 1 full movie ( because you got lucky and blue-ray print was available on torrents)

You giant lazy sorry dud!


Well that’s me from 1st Feb 2015 to 15th April 2015. A jobless 3 month vacation at home! 

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