It was a fine Monday morning, sunny and warm. Summer seemed to had finally arrived, but the following days have greatly diminished any thoughts of summer whatsoever. Slowly the elements have bailed out, Tuesday it was the sun, Wednesday it was the warmth...so on and so forth and finally today that is Friday, its raining cats and dogs. An absolute nightmare of a day, especially if you are to get up at 7.30 in the morning to get ready for a glum day at your desk in the office. Days like this are meant to be spent in the warmth of the bed or the cuddle of your couch, watching the downpour from your windows, sipping on a cup of hot tea, munching on assorted pakoras and basically being a lazy bum. Its at times like these that I hate my job. Although this is just one of the other countless reasons for hating it. Rather an addition to the already long list. Duely noted.
Life has yet again settled into its monotonous best. I can, in fact now spend my entire day with my eyes closed. Although I might trip and fall a couple of times , but you get the drift. I wake up every day at the same time, get ready, wear the same clothes (as in the same set of clothes in a cycle and no I don stink cause I use a deo stick!!), eat the same breakfast cereal, take the same route to the office, do the same (no) work, start for home at approximately the same time, basically the whole cycle. Not that I don like it or something ,but its just that at times its just plain sad. I seem to lack a certain degree of passion in life. I look at my father and at his age he is still so full of energy. Not that he is too old. But I figured that as you get older you might start losing interest. Not him. And me, I am still officially in the prime of my youth and all I can think about is sleeping and lazing. I look around and find that I am not too different from most of the folks my age. I guess we have degernated with the passing generations.
So I am not be blamed for my utter love for lethargy , its the damn generation gap!!
