A not so random post

I woke up today thinking that I was going to write a super cool post. I had loads of ideas but not enough ideas to execute them. So I decided to write down about all that came to my mind.

First up I decided to write about some thought provoking issue but I have done that before and I am definitely not interested in portraying myself as the head of the moral police department. Nevertheless, here’s what I came up with

“A few days back I was in a city bus and struggling to juggle my laptop bag, my purse and of course myself. Some people are gifted and can manage to stand through the most wobbly of rides but not me. I belong to that elite group of people who manage to stumble on anything even in a stationary bus.If there was ever a doubt then let me state with supreme confidence that I am probably the biggest klutz on planet Earth. Lots of people saw my struggle but no one even offered to help me. I felt so angry that I could have choke slammed a few of them right then and there but of course I didn’t (couldn’t is the right word)! I realized how unreasonable I was being in expecting something when I myself have never volunteered to help someone with their luggage. On a few occasions I have given up my seat for an elderly person but I can do much more. Instead of chatting away to glory like I do all the time, if we could  just look around in the bus, we would find at least one person who could do with some help. Although there are reserved seats for physically handicapped people and senior citizens, most of the time someone has to yell at a healthy teenager to vacate the seat before they themselves get up and offer the place. I think that we should also urge the driver or conductor to not overload a bus when people do not even have place to stand…………..”

Well, I could have gone on and on but like I mentioned earlier and on the advice of a person named INDIAN who very rightfully commented on my earlier post, I think I will act rather than write. Moving on, my next attempt was to write something funny. I do not really know if I have a sense of humor which is good but I am pretty sure that one cannot have a good sense of humor without intelligence. The other way around doesn’t have to hold true though. So here was my draft :

“Imagine waking up to Justin Timberlake’s voice every morning. Cool huh? . Well thats my alarm tone and inspite of my sincere affection for him and his voice I cannot help but push my phone away and away whenever I hear ‘I am bringing Sexyback.. yeah’  till it falls off the bed with a thud which in turn wakes me up. Not cool at all. In fact the whole process of waking up sucks. The process of picking up the phone from the ground which is like a foot away from you sucks even more. Opening your eyes after a 12 hour sleep is the hardest part. Then you have to rub your eyes in disbelief thinking what happened to the dear night, try and recollect that dream that you had , look into the phone to find out the time and then mouth a few obscenities because one always thinks that they have gotten up much early then they should have. Then the struggle starts. Your heart says go back to sleep while your head says get up. Its like the war between the good and the bad and caught up in the line of fire is your precious sleep….. “

I stopped at this point and started reading what I had written so far. It didn’t really make me laugh. And I laugh a lot. So, I decided that it is better to leave this to people who are good at it. I then thought about writing a short story but my mind seemed to be on a sabbatical and like all of you know your mind has to work for you to be able to write a story. I thought about writing some movie review or some sports event but nothing significant happening over there.

Finally, I decided to do something that I have never attempted on my blog before. Write a poem!!! I am aware that my poetic prowess pales in comparison to someone like Sashidhar, but I am going to give it a shot anyways.

Rain drops falling on the window pane
Sunbeams creeping in through the glass
Cool morning breeze blowing in my face
But i have to go to a class

The birds are chirping in a rythm of their own
There are dew drops on the blades of grass
The fragrance of the wet soil makes me smile
But I have to go to a class

I am not a nature lover nor a great poet
I am just a normal lass
So let me end my poem right here
Coz I have to go to a class

PS: I had lot of fun writing this post and I hope that people who read it will forgive me for the poem.