Sunday is the only day on which my Fortune 500 company gives me respite from my daily office chores. So unassailably I woke up late. My senses clicked with the screaming of my mobile. With eyes half open, I let out a comatose "Hello". My mother was on the other side with clamorous, boisterous and obsteperous castigation, "See, duffer, you're sleeping till mid noon. Now, wake up and have some food, otherwise, you'll destroy your biological system in the same manner as you did to your biological clock". I writhed in my bed from side to side and checked the time. My candidly outright timepiece is displaying an unabashed 12:30 pm. I brisked out of bed and within minutes got the 2S done, mainly shit and shower.
Dressing chastily, I set out for food. My eating habits are idiosyncratic. I can't manage my food without spillage and splattering and spattering. So wherever I go, I exasperate the waiters of that place so much that they loath to bid me a 'Come Again' while departing. Sometimes, I was the victim of even more eccentric and bizzare situations like forgetting my reticule @ home and going through the meal halfway, until, I would suddenly conjure up that I'd forgotten my billfold. Then I would panic and create a hullabaloo that often leaves an impression on the waiters that I trying to make a mincemeat of them. Finally the drama would end in me making a round trip to my flat and cutting a sorry figure while footing the bill.
My predisposition towards soft drinks after food had grown into a chronicity. The more I try to dispel the fact that they contain baleful pesticides, the more my affinity towards all these will become rigid and robust. So irresistibly and indisposingly, I had one bottle of mountain dew.
Movies are like oxygen to me. So, though I keep on saying to myself that movies take money out of your pocket, my mind will say "You have to pay for it. It's oxygen. So it belongs to the basic necessities of life quota". So I keep my numb and just hand over the money to the movie hall vendor because I've found that dissenting with mind will result in a painful and stressful torment as an aftermath. This day is no different. I saw Bheja Fry. A comedy. The fact, that it featured an imbecile fool, a dunce and duffer, brought some satisfaction to my mind as it got some simmilarity between the demeanor of the nerd and that of mine, or in broader aspects, it got rapturous at establishing a link between the silver screen hero and real life protagonist. On the whole it was a movie that will make you break into chortles and chuckles within the hall.
In this way, with meals, movie and merrymaking, my Sunday came to an end as it will continue to do so for the comming days. Everything will go in accord. This sequencing of Sundays after six days of heavy and hectic workloads will also follow up under the downright command of some imminent force which decides upon our destiny. But, I'll have to put an end to these lack of de riguer that I sometimes demonstrate at different places and phases. The absence of de riguer, the absence of comme il faut, the absence of synderesis, that circumscribe my life in my every actions, in my every thinking and in my every reflections, is the thing that I so fervently aspire to give up.
Synderesis - this is one thing that I lack severely. The lack of this vital item will force me into contumelious situations @ times and more than often I had to fit into an apologetic and compunctory figure to maintain decency and decorum. The examples cited above are bright epitomes of the fact. So time has come to reflect on these aspects and take precautionary measures to do away with any untowardly incident which is demurring the brand image of this duffer.
Dressing chastily, I set out for food. My eating habits are idiosyncratic. I can't manage my food without spillage and splattering and spattering. So wherever I go, I exasperate the waiters of that place so much that they loath to bid me a 'Come Again' while departing. Sometimes, I was the victim of even more eccentric and bizzare situations like forgetting my reticule @ home and going through the meal halfway, until, I would suddenly conjure up that I'd forgotten my billfold. Then I would panic and create a hullabaloo that often leaves an impression on the waiters that I trying to make a mincemeat of them. Finally the drama would end in me making a round trip to my flat and cutting a sorry figure while footing the bill.
My predisposition towards soft drinks after food had grown into a chronicity. The more I try to dispel the fact that they contain baleful pesticides, the more my affinity towards all these will become rigid and robust. So irresistibly and indisposingly, I had one bottle of mountain dew.
Movies are like oxygen to me. So, though I keep on saying to myself that movies take money out of your pocket, my mind will say "You have to pay for it. It's oxygen. So it belongs to the basic necessities of life quota". So I keep my numb and just hand over the money to the movie hall vendor because I've found that dissenting with mind will result in a painful and stressful torment as an aftermath. This day is no different. I saw Bheja Fry. A comedy. The fact, that it featured an imbecile fool, a dunce and duffer, brought some satisfaction to my mind as it got some simmilarity between the demeanor of the nerd and that of mine, or in broader aspects, it got rapturous at establishing a link between the silver screen hero and real life protagonist. On the whole it was a movie that will make you break into chortles and chuckles within the hall.
In this way, with meals, movie and merrymaking, my Sunday came to an end as it will continue to do so for the comming days. Everything will go in accord. This sequencing of Sundays after six days of heavy and hectic workloads will also follow up under the downright command of some imminent force which decides upon our destiny. But, I'll have to put an end to these lack of de riguer that I sometimes demonstrate at different places and phases. The absence of de riguer, the absence of comme il faut, the absence of synderesis, that circumscribe my life in my every actions, in my every thinking and in my every reflections, is the thing that I so fervently aspire to give up.
Synderesis - this is one thing that I lack severely. The lack of this vital item will force me into contumelious situations @ times and more than often I had to fit into an apologetic and compunctory figure to maintain decency and decorum. The examples cited above are bright epitomes of the fact. So time has come to reflect on these aspects and take precautionary measures to do away with any untowardly incident which is demurring the brand image of this duffer.
