Anil Ganti

I had severely overdosed on Tom Hodgkinsons “How To Be Idle” the previous night, so the book still crept in my thoughts, which prompted me to get out of bed not a minute before 4 in the noon. At about 4:30, my limbs stirred awake and I was greeted by the sight of my dad sleeping, which edged me to sleep more. I somehow resisted the urge to get horizontal and got started with orienting myself to suit the land of the living again. Just when I was about to make myself the essential cup of coffee, I dropped the mug. In a bid to try to piece it together, I ended up with a nice little “T” like incision in my arm. This, I felt was the pointer to an absolutely horrid day and braced myself for the worst. I spent the next 4 hours trying to get rid of the elusive virus that has been plauging my system for a while(I think I could have succeeded had it not been for the prick who passes off as  my elder bro, who just HAD to keep inputting me with pseudo gyaan every now and then). By this point of time, my lungs craved for nicotine and I exited my house at 9 in the night, much to the dismay of my folks, who wanted to vaporize me with their stares. After a brief walk and a good benson and hedges, I returned home  to rot away for the rest of the night. A truly uneventful day, these are the kind that I dreaded enduring when I coined the term “vacation monotone”.