Cake is an easy, familiar band from the looks of it. Music like a plain, likable chocolate icing top. But the lyrics come like the surprise nutty filling. Mildly unexpected, but not unwanted at all!
They've clearly done a good job of choosing a name for themselves. Intriguing, evoking a sense of irresistible desire to bite in. And ultimately, we experience the work of a good bakery. (Okay, that was a shameful metaphor. Stop reading my blog. Wonder why you even come here - it isn't even titled anything remotely close to a confectionery item.)
But it isn't just Cake that's hard to keep my senses away from. One million distractions. Dancing in front of my eyes. Exploring good music, finding meaning it, reading about movies, watching others, relentless virtual chatting with acquaintances, inappropriately commending myself for my social skills after, daydreaming about boys, dreaming about boys as boyfriends, waking up to tell myself how disgusting that is, subsequently attempting to decode those dreams with some broken knowledge of psychoanalysis, thinking of all the unfinished assignments, thinking of identity and it's formation, browsing through the papers, contemplating India's future, convincing myself Communism is an impossibility - OH, it does not stop!
Anyway, it's now about 1:30am. The long, unproductive day is finally over. And then sets in an unparallelled feeling of guilt and remorse.
"What am I doing to my life?"
Corrective measures, please!
Very self-righteously, googling 'How to Focus' and everything seems to be fine, fine, fine.
*Insert divine music and peaceful white clouds and the assurance of a faint, white, old figure.*
Oh, Redemption!
TOMORROW shall be different. Tomorrow, I will do these breathing exercises, I will stay away from all distractions, I will NOT stalk that boy and all the others on Facebook. Tomorrow, I will not go back to marathon sessions of those silly TV series. Oh, how could I even be this stupid? Everything seems to make sense now!
Oh come on, we all know how yesterday is going to be!
Aah, priceless mediocrity and the quaint pleasures of giving into shallow desires.
