Though eventful, but quite a boring day it had been. Having had a long meeting with the professor about my dissertation which had been due since late, me being the lazy ass I am. Well, having proved his theory wrong halfway into the meeting, I faced his wrath when he just walked out of the room saying that I first need to present him a written version of all my thoughts following which he may discuss the relevant points. Sure, a cup of coffee and a peaceful dinner was the next stop.
Walking through the superstore looking for something to cook, snacking up on a packet of cheetos; I turned around the corner as a prety damsel was contemplating in front of a whole section of different types of bread. The numerous possibilities with the only motive to gain some carbs is the reflection of what this pretentious world uses to describe itself as evolved. Still life does revolve pretty much around the same things- fire, water to mention a few.
And talking about history does take my mind to those beautiful paintings of Khajuraho. Maybe the sight of the lady in front of me brought those thoughts into my mind but who would complain! But surely, I do feel a sense of pride in the whole humanity when I say that at least there is one thing which has not evolved at all. Work pressure, family woes or still hung over your last breakup or as simple as that your girlfriend slept with someone in your bed. Well, I did remember having met a guy who had gone through the last one. But, he went to one of the evolved era's meeting place for all losers, though it did come after some nights spent at those clubs where tips are higher than the prices. The other reason I remember him that distinctly was because of the vodka he ordered. Oh sorry, I think I forgot to mention that it was accompanied with cranberry juice.
Coming back to evolved era's meeting place of all losers nicknamed the bar. After having discussed about his bitch for quite a long time, I decided to move on, me and my self-loathing. And for some time now, I had my eyes on the beautiful gutarist on the stage. The last time I had been in there, we had ended up talking about Bob Dylan singing aloud Mr. Tambourine Man on the Karaoke. Didn't want to say but the truth is, it was followed by a Pussycat Dolls.
So, after her performance this time, we went on for some rounds at the bar. And after that it all happened movie style, just as one thing leads to another. The guy comes up with a cheesy dialogue. The gal, though laughing out loud on the cheesiness, kisses the guy. And then as the narrator in sitcoms say - one thing led to another and it happened. This brings me to the thought that every individual is an artist. The way two lonely artists meet in the most depressing manner at a bar while sitting alone and end up taking the faithful leap of painting a beautiful piece of art. If the paints take a liking towards the canvas, you tend to continue painting on the same canvas for some days, or maybe life forever. But generally, the canvas tends to deteriorate with time, and there is always a better canvas available. But as a famous quote goes, "There is not a single girl I haven't fallen in love with, maybe for 10 minutes or 10 years".
In fact this thought that there is always a much more beautiful girl has been the reason why many of us may have not been able to get the chance to experience even a single canvas. So my advice to the world out there, just go and paint it out, life is too short to be storing them up.
But, Fcuk that, Fcuk the dissertation, Fcuk the professor, Fcuk the bread girl... which by the way I just got over with!
