ODOUR OF OCTOBER...,,
ODOUR OF OCTOBER,,
Amidst all the humdrums of the office hours,the ear bleeding horns in the traffic,the long hours mouth aching lectures,the grapevine talks during the breaks,I again felt like a cigarette.Paying this thought a real color I left off for it to a nearby cafe.As I entered the cafeteria i wanted to order a cappuccino with some extra strong nicotine.Along with that thought I lit a cigarette ,puffing up the say around third or fourth puff my eyes fell on the other table around me which was valentined by the crimson color in the cheeks of the lovely teenaged couple. Quite unaware of my presence they were having a good time together.It was too difficult for me to align all the thoughts I was going through at that time.probably derrida,camus,lawrence ,plath,sartre,jung were quoting in the back up my mind.lo..what a stress,may be stress has become the new fad.Apart from the mental shifting of moods .
Having finished it i had my 2 rest lectures in the bsc.Then at the end of the day here I lay down over my crumpled off white bedsheet.Literally I was so upset with the professional dilemmas in the university.like everyday i had madeup my mind that not to stress anymore as my mother keeps on advicing every evening over phone.I was hugely upset with the way the a teacher is defined in these days.The total commerciaization of the profession had largely upset me through out the day.May be I expect more from the unexpected world that comprises of people who are way more than what you are not.I have grown up reading quotes that "Man is blind to his own faults,but then what about people knowingly hiding their faults slinging mud at others to cover it.To be precise ,I have no words to use for those people.This post is not for those people who hardly matters but for me and my feeling i go through falling a trap in the wrong world.Its a cruel world for the sensitive man.
Amidst all the humdrums of the office hours,the ear bleeding horns in the traffic,the long hours mouth aching lectures,the grapevine talks during the breaks,I again felt like a cigarette.Paying this thought a real color I left off for it to a nearby cafe.As I entered the cafeteria i wanted to order a cappuccino with some extra strong nicotine.Along with that thought I lit a cigarette ,puffing up the say around third or fourth puff my eyes fell on the other table around me which was valentined by the crimson color in the cheeks of the lovely teenaged couple. Quite unaware of my presence they were having a good time together.It was too difficult for me to align all the thoughts I was going through at that time.probably derrida,camus,lawrence ,plath,sartre,jung were quoting in the back up my mind.lo..what a stress,may be stress has become the new fad.Apart from the mental shifting of moods .
Having finished it i had my 2 rest lectures in the bsc.Then at the end of the day here I lay down over my crumpled off white bedsheet.Literally I was so upset with the professional dilemmas in the university.like everyday i had madeup my mind that not to stress anymore as my mother keeps on advicing every evening over phone.I was hugely upset with the way the a teacher is defined in these days.The total commerciaization of the profession had largely upset me through out the day.May be I expect more from the unexpected world that comprises of people who are way more than what you are not.I have grown up reading quotes that "Man is blind to his own faults,but then what about people knowingly hiding their faults slinging mud at others to cover it.To be precise ,I have no words to use for those people.This post is not for those people who hardly matters but for me and my feeling i go through falling a trap in the wrong world.Its a cruel world for the sensitive man.
Like an octupus the october 2018 came seducing slowly through its chilled breeze .The smooth fresh breeze instilled on my breath like the odour of chrysanthemums.May be this all tragic stress was preparing me for what i had long prayed for or may be a bad omen showing signs of a coming disaster.I am turning 30 and things are going downhills for me.I want to slang some people the whole dictionary but as hemingway had told "the best way to overcome your pain and trouble is to turn them into literature" so i took to write them on black and white..
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