Every moment we wave our final farewell to the moment which just went by, knowing for sure that it is never going to come back. Time is unfortunately a currency we cannot mint on our own. So,if the heavens opens its coffers to give us a bailout package of 2 extra hours every day, I don't think too many would complain. Time is never enough, unless of course,you are spending it in jail, or a boring lecture, or going through a post-breakup hangup, among a host of other joyous things.
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| Oh dear!She's back with that dreary old lullaby again.Time crawls to a halt whenever she is at it. |
I just watched Bodyguard and Force recently. Back to back. The ego of my one pack flab wasn’t exactly in top shape after watching the 6-pack and 8-packs flaunted in those flicks.
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| 8-pack flabs,anybody???? |
I just realized how much my legs miss hurting against the treadmill or my arms miss pulling the tendon tearing weights. A part of the extra couple of hours can easily be siphoned off into my desperate and till now mostly futile attempts at getting a single digit body fat percentage.
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| Hugging's definitely gonna be a problem here. |
Winter’s approaching. Some fancy website claimed that we actually crunch more calories in cool weather. I just might consider falling on my knees before my lazy-bone body, requesting it to carry its dead-weight bottom off my bed every morning. So that we three- I, my lazy-bone of a body and its lazy ass- can go for a jog in the fresh, soft sunlit 6 am air every day. Just like any threesome, it will involve a lot of grunting, heaving and sweating. Except this will take place off the bed.
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| U,Me Aur Bum!!Awesome threesome. |
Speaking of bed. Snoozing is another top contender on my hypothetical-extra-hours-TODO list .I usually make do with 7 hours of sleep. An extra half an hour won’t be that bad. I can spend more time dreaming .My whole life feels like a dream. Except it isn’t mine. I wonder whose it is, and if that person is enjoying it, because I definitely am not.
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| So I dreamt my life is actually taking place in another person's dream.Does that make me crazy,doc? Does all that actually mean anything? |
So escaping reality on a Mach III dream-jet definitely is not such an unappealing idea. Who knows, with two extra hours to kill, I might actually bring myself to accomplish the boring task of planning for my future someday. So that next time around, when someone asks me where I see myself five years from now, I can come up with a more original answer than ‘Duh!!Facing the same question somewhere else.”
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| FIVE YEARS LATER! |
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| Need some good music?Make no fuss! He got something for each one of us!!! |
I think I might even finally get around to creating the perfect playlists for every occasion. Happy playlist, soulful soothing playlist, soft romantic playlist, rocking playlist, lonely playlist, despondent playlist, feeling downright messed up playlist-you name the mood, and yours truly will mix for you the apt cocktail of songs in a jiffy. On the rocks!!
Good music always boosts my dopamine levels. By the way, dopamine is that juice in our brains which activates the feel-good circuitries in our nervous system. More music, more dopamine. More dopamine, more happiness.
Learning to cook, trying out each and every restaurant in my city, catching up with my school-time buddies are other hot items on that bonus-time-agenda. My wardrobe is in poor shape. Courtesy the bunch of clothes I recently threw out of my life because they no longer fit me ever since I joined the gym. My arms and chest bulked up a bit,you see.So my old outfits started hugging my body like cello-tape. It was a pain to peel them off. They threw tantrums like a toddler on the first day of school, who glues himself to his mom on that fateful day, steadfastly refusing to peel away.
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| Please don't leave me!!! |
Well, hard luck for the kid, but even mommy dearest bids farewell to her precious bundle of joy on that day. Me ain’t any mommy dearest. I proudly relinquished my rights over them to our housemaid’s son without a second’s thought. So, next time around, I can choose my new clothes with great caution, keeping my ever-changing body configuration into account. An extra two hours won’t really be too much of a problem to spend then.:-)
So what you folks waiting for? Do tell me what grand plans you cooked up about spending that extra 120 minutes...Tempus Fugit,my dear friends....time's slipping.. ;-)
Btw,did I mention that this whole post is going to be my entry to the IndiBlogger Surf ExcelMatic Get Smart Contest?
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| Seriously?Unsmart nincompoops like you trying for a Get Smart contest??Next thing we know, Tushar Kapoor is gonna try for the Oscars.... |
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| Make no mistake,gentlemen!!We are in the midst of a war with an enemy which is highly resilient,cunning and resourceful. |
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| Surf to Mom: All locked and loaded,mam!!!Let's burn some dirt!!!!! |
Coming back to the contest,I noticed everyone is using poems left,right and center in their entries.I couldn't help myself ;-).So here is one of my own..
Most people wish for those two more hours
Just as dry parched earth wishes for rain showers.
Whether one lives in torn huts or gilded towers,
Time crumbles everything,renders useless all powers.
It doesn't care for you,doesn't give a dime,
Such a thing is the relentless passage of time.
It's common knowledge,wasting moments is a crime
So use well all you have,this is wisdom sublime.
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| Time: Hard luck!!!I ain't recyclable.You WASTE me,and I will return the favor. |
P.S.All images have been shoplifted from Google.Sheesh!!!Please don't sue me...
P.P.S.If my 50+ followers had 2 hours extra,I wonder if they could find the time to plaster my lonely blog with some comments.....*sighs*
P.P.S.If my 50+ followers had 2 hours extra,I wonder if they could find the time to plaster my lonely blog with some comments.....*sighs*
