Enlightenment on the couch!

I lead very busy weekends. Sleeping, lying in the bed doing nothing, listening to music, reading books out of an endless collection my bro and sis have amassed, making myself coffee, surfing the web- well, these are just a few of the activities that consume most of my weekends. Some say I am lazy, but what do people know, lazy is a lifestyle if you ask me. It ain't easy being lazy when you have each member of the family look at you with contempt when they find you in the exact same posture as you were two hours ago. I mean c'mon how many of you can lay down on the couch with laptop placed on your tummy..umm paunch, earphones running from the laptop to your ears, while one of your legs dangles down from the couch and the other leg fixed against the back rest of the couch; and if any of you is trying to push yourself in believing that you can do this feat, don't forget you also have to rock your head to the music and you need to be in the exact same posture for two hours; to double the trouble, you also need to be alert when someone passes you by, to be ready with a pleading face asking for coffee.

Despite all the hardships of being a busy lazy, I make sure that I steal some time for introspection, time when I am just being with myself. During one of these sessions, the light dawned on me.

It all started when I heard a sound playing on a friend's phone, it was a sound of a baby laughing, it was a laugh as carefree as can be, the laugh was full of life. I got the sound file transferred to my phone. In love with it, as I was, I put it as my alarm tone. That was about two months back.

Now, when I hear the tone, my mind starts screaming at the top of its voice, "Shut up you idiot, you li'l lousy brat". It feels as if the baby is laughing at me for he is able to steal the pleasure out of my life, by waking me up everyday -when I so much want to sleep. I hate the tone now.

The alarm woke me up to the fact, that there is no such thing as unconditional love.

I love my job, if it poses me new challenges everyday; I hate it, if its monotonous.
I love stock markets, if I make money; I hate 'em, if I loose money.
I love driving, if there are no traffic jams; I hate it, when there are traffic jams.

I love it when me bro/sis buy me gifts-Using the opportunity to pass the message across

I love it when my friends buy me drinks; I hate it when I have to buy them drinks.
I love that baby-laugh tone, if its not my alarm tone; I hate it if it is.

Aha!, it seems , as with love, hate is also conditional. One just needs to figure out what are the favorable conditions to be in love with the world he/she is in. Now I am beginning to sound like Shiv Khera, he he, so I will just chuck it here.

I now have a shrieking mono tone as my alarm signal, and I am loving to hate it.

Alright guys, buzz off if you are still reading, and do something meaningful, while I wait for someone to come and hand me over this cake lying on the table about 2 feets away from me.

Life O Life, you are full of hardships, you gave me the cake but did not send me the angel to feed it to me. OK, you gave me the limbs necessary to feed myself, but I am busy relaxing.
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