Long time back I read this comment somewhere that said , man is the only animal that can laugh or weep, for man is the only animal that can see the difference between the state of the things, as they are and as they should be .
This and the fountain of eternal hope.
This is what produces the concept of next time .
Next time , when I cross the road , I will not land in a puddle of fresh rain water(as I watch out for post-rain exuberant traffic)
Next time , the mynah I was so avidly watching will not drop her droppings on my shoulder before taking off in an exasperated screech
Next time , I will muster enough courage to shoo the gargantuan jersey cow who munches on my hibiscus leaves , and not have jelly feet when she turns to give me one tennis-ball-sized-round-eyed glare.
Next time , I will swerve first and grab the parking slot , before the large SUV , driven by the bullish man in dark sunglasses who honks loudly ,grins evilly and usurps my space
Next time I will not listen to the biblical voice in my head that keeps saying -"Chill, the meek shall inherit the earth".
Next time I will not sit through the umpteenth rerun of "Bourne Identity", glued to the TV , like a zombie , and not hear the phones ringing
Next time , I will sign up for all zumba/cookery/bakery/guitar classes,when the circular arrives
Next time I will loose fifteen kgs and slip into my wedding lehenga and wriggle my hips at the ladies-do like Mrs. Sood of the 15 TA Bn
Next time my progenies will polish off all the palak-karela-baingan subzi, which I cook, without a whimper of protest and thank me in the bargain too,
Next time my hubby will look at me and croon -"ooh how pretty",instead of knotting his brows and saying -"did you comb your hair?"
Next time my mirror image will clasp its hands in rapture and blow a kiss at me , instead of throwing a sneery scowl at me,that reminds me of my father.
This and the fountain of eternal hope.
This is what produces the concept of next time .
Next time , when I cross the road , I will not land in a puddle of fresh rain water(as I watch out for post-rain exuberant traffic)
Next time , the mynah I was so avidly watching will not drop her droppings on my shoulder before taking off in an exasperated screech
Next time , I will muster enough courage to shoo the gargantuan jersey cow who munches on my hibiscus leaves , and not have jelly feet when she turns to give me one tennis-ball-sized-round-eyed glare.
Next time , I will swerve first and grab the parking slot , before the large SUV , driven by the bullish man in dark sunglasses who honks loudly ,grins evilly and usurps my space
Next time I will not listen to the biblical voice in my head that keeps saying -"Chill, the meek shall inherit the earth".
Next time I will not sit through the umpteenth rerun of "Bourne Identity", glued to the TV , like a zombie , and not hear the phones ringing
Next time , I will sign up for all zumba/cookery/bakery/guitar classes,when the circular arrives
Next time I will loose fifteen kgs and slip into my wedding lehenga and wriggle my hips at the ladies-do like Mrs. Sood of the 15 TA Bn
Next time my progenies will polish off all the palak-karela-baingan subzi, which I cook, without a whimper of protest and thank me in the bargain too,
Next time my hubby will look at me and croon -"ooh how pretty",instead of knotting his brows and saying -"did you comb your hair?"
Next time my mirror image will clasp its hands in rapture and blow a kiss at me , instead of throwing a sneery scowl at me,that reminds me of my father.
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