It need not be mentioned that the glorious author of this blog is the biggest couch potato of his era. For those who dont know him can predict it since it has been alomost two months since he typed a few meaningless lines for the half a dozen visitors who venture through this unchartered blog per month (exaggeration regretted). All of a sudden the when i received a complement on being too cheesy and being adept at the satirical musings, i charged every limb in my body to type a few meaningless lines yet again. After all how could i afford to pooh pooh the first ThoughtFOOL person who visited this place ever since its inception. But slightly differing from the complements received, i always thought that my articles reflected the gloomiest state of the human side and i intended to activate the lachrymosal glands of every reader who visits this page. For this i ensured that i typed the articles when i woke up late, got engulfed in traffic, missed my breakfast, got drenched in the rains meanwhile finally reaching college only to find out that it was a declared holiday coz of excessive rains. A teachers scolding, a late submission of project and deduction of marks due to misbehavior is normally an icing on cake. No better time that that to jot down what i feel and after all the himalayan efforts, this unusual visitor finds my articles cheesy?? huh.. never mind..
I have always believed an empty tummy is the biggest instigator of gloominess than any other thing and that is one aspect i always prioritised whenever I intended to write a gloomy article.. (as is my state now).. We humans, are but the mostest veriest and sorriest slaves of our stomach. But to be frank, of all the wordly desires and bliss that any feeling can give, its the feeling of being full in tummy tops the charts. People who have tried it would definitely agree, that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business ten folds better, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained. All nobility, generosity, tenderness, humility on earth is felt after a substantial and well-digested meal. Any ill mannered and stingy human after a good dinner becomes a great samaritan, full of generosity, a loving husband, a considerate neighbour and a very responsible project manager.
On many occassions the anguish of hunger left us alone in the kitchen along with a few eggs and frying pans to accompany so that we could try to do the experiment of our lives (the engineer in me is quite active you see..)Whenever i went near the pan i burnt myself, and then i would drop everything and dance round the stove, flicking my fingers about and cursing the things. Indeed, every time i ventured into this experiment, i was sure to be performing this feat. My friends thought that it was an integral part of my south indian culinary arrangements.The modest person that i am, i would attribute everything to the fault of the frying-pan, and thought it would have gone better if we had had a teflon coated non-sticky pan and a gas-stove. But repeated failures with the latter and a charred wall behind the gas stove forced my friends to decide not to allow me ever to attempt any dish again.
It has always been difficult the fight the sloth within me. Every self help book author can take me as a case study and i can guarantee a bestseller for the one who succeeds in motivating me and thereby making me work even for a few minutes.. Though the visitor last week did inspire me to do something that no single DNA of my body had energy to do for over two months (write an article that is..), the sloth in me will soon be dominant again.. Applications invited to make the sloth dormant yet again... Limited offer.. Apply soon..
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