Once in a while!

Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink 
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think

 I can safely say that for the past quite a lot of time I have been particularly diligent towards my studies. But this last assessment, I have very effectively screwed up. Today however, happens to be the first day of the month with no assessments (I readily put my faith in such promises), and such a thing demands a little celebration.

You work and work for years and years, you’re always on the go
You never take a minute off, too busy makin’ dough
Someday you say, you’ll have your fun, when you’re a millionaire
Imagine all the fun you’ll have in your old rockin’ chair

 It was a lazy day. Woke up around 6 am and then deliberately slept again. All I practically did today was sleep and read this book by Mohsin Hamid that I’ve been longing to read for a while. Then, I just got out of my room and started walking. Aimlessly.


In the stillness of time and away from all noise, there is a pleasure that can not be described. Once in a while, we need to relax. Once in a while, we need to empty our heads and think of nothing but that black bird, who is watching you and the fat cat, lying and yawning and look how clear is the sunshine. So pure. So warm. And the way everything glows in this golden light. Bright yet soft. Don’t they make you feel alive? What can be more exhilarating? Its a luxury we sure all can afford….at least, once in a while.


You’re gonna take that ocean trip, no matter come what may
You’ve got your reservations made, but you just can’t get away
Next year for sure, you’ll see the world, you’ll really get around
But how far can you travel when you’re six feet underground?
(Enjoy Yourself- Guy Lombardo)

I’m poor….

   It’s Sunday morning. Finally, it’s Sunday morning. Although, I get real bad Monday-morning-fevers, but this is not what I want to think about right now. All I know is -it’s Sunday morning.

  As I open my eyes, I gather it must be 8 or 9 am. Without getting up, I think about all the things that I have put off for this day, so yes, I have things to do. A lot of things to do. But, they can wait. As I lay on my back, emptying my mind of all thoughts that can possibly penetrate and filling it with absolutely nothing, I stare at the ceiling. From the window, I see a tree. Leaves, with one side green and the other side yellow. As I’m still lying on my back, I focus on my breathing. There it is. One breath in, and then out. Another breath in and there. it goes out as well.

  In that moment, there is no beauty, no philosophy, no poetry but, tranquility. Tranquility, that only lazy people afford. Laziness, that only the rich afford. Rich, who is content. Rich, who does not fancy that he needs anything more than he actually needs. I’m poor.