So you really thought that if you topped that exam, life would be so perfect.You thought that you truly were the brilliant types who didn’t need to study (that’s for nerds).But this time it was different there was this special someone in class, you just couldn’t afford to have them think that you’re any less smart than the one who seems to wear the medal like it was uniform. If this special someone didn’t fall in love with you, no one probably ever would. Just this once it was so important or life just wouldn’t go on.So you crammed the whole night, did decently well but the medal swindler stole the show.The special someone…Oh I forgot, they sort of moved on to a different city, ummm life , it went on… at least you did ok on the exam!
You just so had to graduate with honours, lose weight ,get into shape, look great well duh how obvious is that…it was going to be Grad.Day!If only that new love interest would look at you the way you always candidly looked at them, if only they would join you as your date for the party at your place after the ceremony…life would be so perfect! Else it might just be over! So there you were looking your best, umm maybe a little more toning might have helped, but never mind, you had personality! The degree came and so did the honour of being introduced to the fiancée of that someone special! Life it went on, after all you did have to find the perfect job for the perfect life.P.S. – you also hoped you’d meet that special someone at work, looking at the work hours nowadays, where else?
So there went your updated resume like the morning newspaper delivered on time everywhere it was supposed to reach, life was going to be perfect you knew it, we all do.Why were they taking so long to call, Oh just this once the perfect job…life would turn out just right. There came the calls and ofcourse you got the job, it all seemed perfect till you actually understood the terms and conditions, but then again life went on atleast the chances to meet that perfect someone were still open! It was only a matter of time till you found your next job, the perfect one…Life then would be so perfect!!!
And you like all of us spent your life so far ignoring the imperfect perfect life, in anticipation of the perfect one which you may someday have and call it imperfect for the perfection of it! Inspired by a quote I read which said that the past is history, the future is a mystery, the now is a gift, that is why we call it the present.
You just so had to graduate with honours, lose weight ,get into shape, look great well duh how obvious is that…it was going to be Grad.Day!If only that new love interest would look at you the way you always candidly looked at them, if only they would join you as your date for the party at your place after the ceremony…life would be so perfect! Else it might just be over! So there you were looking your best, umm maybe a little more toning might have helped, but never mind, you had personality! The degree came and so did the honour of being introduced to the fiancée of that someone special! Life it went on, after all you did have to find the perfect job for the perfect life.P.S. – you also hoped you’d meet that special someone at work, looking at the work hours nowadays, where else?
So there went your updated resume like the morning newspaper delivered on time everywhere it was supposed to reach, life was going to be perfect you knew it, we all do.Why were they taking so long to call, Oh just this once the perfect job…life would turn out just right. There came the calls and ofcourse you got the job, it all seemed perfect till you actually understood the terms and conditions, but then again life went on atleast the chances to meet that perfect someone were still open! It was only a matter of time till you found your next job, the perfect one…Life then would be so perfect!!!
And you like all of us spent your life so far ignoring the imperfect perfect life, in anticipation of the perfect one which you may someday have and call it imperfect for the perfection of it! Inspired by a quote I read which said that the past is history, the future is a mystery, the now is a gift, that is why we call it the present.
Sanchita Johri
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