Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Buying porridge

Its very easy to live in a cage lyk a lion in zoo. We do it everyday at almost every moment. The cage in this case is routine. Dull, endless, repetitive routine or maybe fun, endless routine. hmmm... So suddenly there is a change whereas once your cage was clean now there's a nasty dollop of tard right next to your dinner plate. Things are no longer good and routine is disrupted. Same thing happens in life. One day your eating mahindi choma next day your toothless and drooling. What to do, what to do??
ADAPT
So you change and in the process you have a 'damn you how retarded have i been?' kind of moment.
Why?

You realise that you have been so shortsighted that you couldn't pick out your nose in a lineup of ears. You have been so accustomed to one working formula for so long that you didn't realise there 50 other formulas (many more efficient). Inspired you explode into activity and nothing is ever the same.

So i had a box of oat porridge in my hand standing somewhere in nakumatt and this flood of thought swamped my head. Who would have guessed an oatmeal packet was such potent mind squeeze!!

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