Lost dreams

Though I have not experienced it myself, I can very well understand the trauma of being labelled as an unemployed youth. In fact, it sounds an oxymoron to me as there’s no youthfulness left in unemployment. I guess the great Lord has always been nice to me and you cannot argue with me when I say that despite being idle for most of my life, I have been suitably employed. It’s always an achievement to get generously paid for almost doing nothing. And that has been my only achievement till date.

Now that you realise that I’m left with no work, it’s obvious that I have mastered the art of keeping myself busy with issues, which is no one’s business. For instance, I did a survey on those who do nothing a la me and sadly don’t get paid too. Amazingly 99.99 per cent of them get up late in the morning. You know why?

They have hijacked all the beautiful dreams in the world! Now you know why you often come up with the most horrible dreams that scare the hell out of you. I’m planning to request the government to heavily tax these souls as it’s unfair that they are still hoping that the best is yet to come.

Unfortunately we have lost hope!

That’s the problem we have been facing for a while. We have exhausted all our dreams or lost them halfway on our mad rush towards something, which we are also not sure of. Where is the charm of an uncertain future? We almost know what’ll happen to our lives tomorrow provided the good Lord doesn’t have any specific design for us.

It’s time we jostle ourselves up from the cosy comforts of our jobs and get mad!

Ehshas me hai awarapan, jism me hai pagalpan…yun hota to kya hota