Can’t lie, I miss you much...

 

Switch any damn TV channel and you will find that ‘man’ who was once the protagonist of this patriarch civilisation is now serving serfdom in the same civilisation that has now turned matriarch.

Go by the TV channels and you will twig that man has been deposed to a mere accessory of woman christened as ‘pati’ or ‘premi’, who also serves other ‘rishtas’ like ‘babuji’, ‘devar’, ‘beta’ and a hell lot more, and at the same time, earns emolument.

Even ‘Balika vadhu’ has a man to flaunt.

The greats who ones played the lead on TV can now merely manage to play the ‘pati’ of the lead. But why am I creating kerfuffle over this turn around when TV ain’t my piece of cake???

...yes, like sports and movies, TV also ain’t my piece of cake. Thanks to dad who in the wee years of my interest’s augmentation, strangled it blatantly and rightly.

And now, the only thing I do when the ladies at my place spare the remote is to exercise my fingers, because even the news channels aren’t worth a shot.

I am rather happy about this advancement of ladies (both in modernity and westernisation ;)) because it has made it simple to find a girlfriend.

Not only this advancement has helped in pacing up the process of wooing a girl that in yore used to be ‘shaam dhale khidki tale’ type, but also, the chances of paramours have clambered appreciably.

(Hey girl, please do advance as well...at least before I die. Do something.)

But then, this post ain’t about the TV but the question,

How should I pass time?

When you don’t watch movies, don’t follow any sport, don’t go out with friends, don’t study and even don’t watch TV, you are left with time that is sufficed to go round the earth every day and this is what I am up to.

Sometimes I plan to take a retrograde step of getting back to my training but the very next moment I think, ’let there be life’.

Sometimes I plan to hone my culinary skills by offering a helping hand to my mother, but the vituperations that will follow after I botch the task leave me dumbfounded beforehand to take this one up.

A little sketching, a little study, a little singing (too much of it rather), a little finger exercise and a little application of my engineering prodigy (if any, I am not yet sure about this) make my day.

I am missing college badly...

I am missing that sag-bag badly...

I am missing that silence badly...

I am missing myself.

P. S. – I hate it when the very mention of something reminds me of you and I waste hours like minutes just thinking of you...

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