Friday, May 9, 2008

The perfect life - Part I

"I'm sorry you couldn't see the best weather here."
"So did you like it?"
"The people here are very.. um.. not exactly fun!"

But,
"Zurich - live it, love it!" Thats what its called, he said.


Wake up in the morning, get dressed in a hurry, pack the laptop. Put the bread, banana and flavoured yogurt... maybe some chocolate in a zip lock. Put on those suave boots, that beautiful, warm jacket. Wear that attitude and walk through that grassy path to the bus stand. The oh-so-perfect timing bus arrives and the automatic doors open. Step in and take the place by the window, opposite the map - Just to make sure its the right stop. But there is no need to worry, it will be. Always.
The perfect morning.

Walk into the building, the college. It is as perfect, with ancient stone path ways, as a college could ever be. There is a big ancient door with a big door handle. Push it and inside is a modern college with all the facilities imaginable. Greet The Researcher, he always smiles. The work is perfect. Clear doubts of students. Yes, there will be good-looking ones.
Lunch - Anything. Fela fels? Thai food? Silly Indian mensa? Its all there. The smiling Researcher pays.
Back to another typical old building, another college. More doubts, more good looking students.
Time to go home. "I'm so glad you are here! Makes it so easy for me!" said the Researcher.
The perfect job.

Catch the tram, bus on time. Back home. The door is opened and he/she is smiling. "How did it go?" they ask. "Good, may get a little boring," I say. He pulls my leg about calling the work boring. She smiles. "Are you hungry?" she asks. "Yes!" I reply. Then we put on a movie or series and watch. There is some small talk, some jokes, some fun and a lot of food. It's late, time to sleep. Check the downloads, give more suggestions, little talk, tell stories, he asks questions. "How can you think of such questions?" she laughs. Then its good night. Lets get some sleep, we are tired.
The perfect day with my people.

So what if it rained? It felt good.

5 comments:

Parnika said...

This post reminds me of the feeling I had three-four years ago when I was living the perfect life...
Lots of up and down with the 'her', 'we' and 'my'
also i would change a few sentences here and there to make it sound better
Not the perfect post..donno why i'm being critical...

Sudeeptha said...

hehe! yes... Now i know what u mean by English teacher like! It aint meant to be the perfect post girl!

blah! said...

... and then in my dream yashfuckinraj came upto me and asked me.. are the chiffon saree background dancer girl?



a star was born

*applause applause*

thank you ladies and gentlemen..thank you.. i would like to thank.......

Sudeeptha said...

A star was born - She was called Shruti! and with that dance number she impressed blogger boi! -gin-

Was it happily ever after? Watch out for part 2!

Cheers from the Director - Me!

Hah.

Anonymous said...

"The Perfect Life"

*sigh*