What sweet dreams taste like
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a frigging big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of frigging fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the hell you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing frigging junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, sucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got coffee?
Post: Yes, I am on a high. Two words, Saravana Bhawan.
Post-Post: This blog has a PG rating according to MPAA and hence the text-substitution
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sharavana bhava enum tirumandiram tannai
sada japi yen naavE
As T S Eliot once put it, “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”
Cheers!
*Smiles sheepishly*
PS. Are we plagiarizing Decoction Dheela or paying tribute to his filter?
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous.
Here we are now, please spare us?
Bean there, done that..Life, Universe and Everything dissolve into nothingness when the good old cuppa arriveth. And there are no words to describe the experience of drinking THE perfect brew, except perhaps GLUG-GLUG-GLUG.
@Don: Neither da. It’s a tribute to coffee, nothing more, nothing less.
@MK: Gimme credit. You didn’t expect this and I still managed to stump you.
@Ghatwai: Glory, another coffee lover and to be honest I didn’t expect this from you. Every single law of physics/math collapses when you take a single sip.
You know what’s better than coffee?
Television and coffee…
But yes, Saravana Bhawan, I concede.
Enjoy your wonderful life with what you want. Then, don’t forget the risks that you take
Nice posting. Nice to know you ^_^
I have a sad story associated with CCD coffee, but I still preserve the essence and spirit of it as I preserve some of my best memories that happened along a cup of coffee in hand. I can’t compare who’ll fail physics and maths more – black holes or black coffee, but even as I write this comment, I feel an inexplicable urge to allow my craving throat the most ultimate tonic to ever assume form, the coffee !!
It’s 3 am. Canteens closed. Insti sealed. I’m jailed in this space-time and only a cup of coffee can bail me out.
Your post has brought great joy and misery to me.
Isn’t this from Trainspotting?
I should never have written that darn rant on my wall. On another note, I believe this is my first comment on your blog. Sigh. There is such a thing as too much joblessness after all.
@Shaggy
Loved the alliteration. Will note it down for future use.
@K9-Kuttha – Yup, except for the last line.
@DD: Go Ghiss da. And no, I believe you have commented before.