The man who knows where his towel is..

Douglas Adams is a remarkable story-teller. Almost has a childish enthusiasm towards the art. He already spellbound me with his Sci-fi  writing in Hitchhiker's; his talk on Parrots,Universe and Everything left me enchanted. The evolution routine he performs is quite...routine. Yet he sprinkles very tiny bits of juicy gravy around those almost bland nuggets. I think this is the extra detail that you get when hearing something directly from the horse's mouth, even more so when the horse is a comic,that makes the account delightfully scrumptious.

I HATE YOU.!!!

Yes. I do. I hate each word ,each alphabet that speaks of you. Even after getting through you for so long , I’ve ended up coming back! You are the chewing gum of my life :lost its flavor in a jiffy, but stuck annoyingly to the bottom of my boot for eternity. I hate you:

For ever coming by into my life

For the times you parted me with my buddies.

For the times you’ve killed the late night party plans.

For the leash you’ve put upon this free bird.

For the mundane dimwit tasks you’ve made this meant-for-bigger-things-guy do.

For shattering my dream of a blissfully ordinary TV watching, newspaper reading, coffee sipping , frequent dozing life .

For making me dress up like an imbecile school going moron.

For costing me the precious minutes of sleep because my mind was besieged by thoughts of you .

I HATE YOU….

BLOODY MONDAY!!