As an outcome of what I thought was going to be a nondescript visit to a certain adequately air-conditioned closed space in a remote corner of Mylapore called NIIT, I have been caught in a web of those at times-hard-to-describe objects: thoughts.
The origin was simple. A lady, who I assumed holds the to-be-proud-of position of a receptionist, greeted me and a friend (who's gifted, or cursed, with a more capricious mood and perverted way of thinking than mine)with an insiduous smile. Having made sure that we were comfortably seated, thus securing, as well, her prided position, the tête-à-tête began.
"What are you majoring in?" (a glint of some superfluously white teeth - Wordsworthians would go with: a moon on a dark plain)
"Err...literature. English literature."
"Oh? Only literature?"
*uncertain nods from the mortal seated beside me*
"Aren't you interested in the IT field? Literature is not promising. Do you know how many graduates are jobless?"
Well. We belong to the kinfolk of those who dream of daffodils and Utopia, study foxes, muses, fishes, whales, and up to this point, one cockroach that I'm familiar with. Letting time flow and scribble our commonplace little pieces on shreds of papers soon to be forgotten, figuring out why continuous is suitable instead of continual...and as I quote the implied (therefore not said) citation of Mrs. Receptionist, "would, when we hit middle age, probably be living out of alimony, or charity, or if one is not lured by the pledged pleasures of married life and have a bit too big a superego to endorse charity, an impoverished romantic."
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Nahh... not alimony or charity... have a bunch of kids and do child support and welfare.
....The other day I heard a man in the welfare office complaining because he had to wait 6 whole hours for his check...
I had to wait 40 hours and WORK for mine!! DAMN!
You can have butterflies for lunch and sunshine for dinner. Who cares about trivialities such as money!
As my grandmom would said, to each his own. To some it is the lure of money, to some it is the love of family, to others the lure of butterflies. Happiness means different things to different people.
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