Why is it that we never like doing what we ought too ???An afternoon.....summer vacation....month of May....home....AC....bed.....a post lunch nap.....Ohh Gawd !!! This seems even precious than diamonds for me now....
I wish I had a magic wand....I cud turn my cubicle to a room...my chair to a comfy bed and my computer to a soft pillow.....it would be heaven then....
Well !!! if you still thinking how lazy I am...cut the crap man....I bet every engineer like me is feeling the same !!!!
It's a Tuesday afternoon, sun's hottest than ever....and this post-lunch session has taken over my mind...I am seriously not able to control myself from dozing off...
How I wish, I was a kid in school, I would have been enjoying my vacations now...How much I envy my brother now...
But, everyone out there must have thought atleast once (as a kid) that life was far more easy as an older person !!! As a child I never wanted to go to school. I wanted to play as others did .I wanted to grow up early 'coz I thought older people enjoy more. I grew up, went to school and thought life was easier for a college grad. I got into engineering and thought doing a job would be more exciting than slogging hard everyday . And now, when I have a job, a post and a hot pay-check on 28th of every month, I just wish I was a child again. I could wear anything and everything that mom would get...I could eat everything that mom made...I could pretend of a stomach ache and bunk school and still have plenty of vacations...I could go around anywhere and everywhere with dad.....I could have cat fights with my sis....I could cry for a chocolate....I could study just 2 hrs a day and still come out as a topper...I would make mischief and then be given ice-creams just coz mom scolded me....And every night I would cling to my dad and sleep...unaware of the happenings around...as if the world had come to a halt....But, no....the world never came to a halt...but it was dad's embrace that made me sleep well everyday...
And today when I look back, it's just the memories down the lane...and a desire somewhere deep down ( that often surfaces) to relive those days again, to be a child again....
