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sometimes life gets dull.
it gets boring .
you wont have anything to be proud of while others will be happily marching towards their "goals" , or it might seem so to you .

this feeling of complete boredom and lack of interest in everything ?
well , i am going through it right now .

the reason why i am probably writing this post is because i am extremely pissed with ONE question which is asked by every possible person i know .

"what are your future plans ?"

firstly , how is anything that i am going to do in my life going to affect the person who asked me that question?
why cant he / she just shut his/her mouth and walk off?
they see me and give a sly smile and yes , THAT question follows without a pause .

secondly ,
my replies and motives and my so called " future plans " keep differing every single time .

thirdly ,
i HATE answering that question , for a simple reason that , i do not know what i am going to do in my future , that justifies my second point .

i am this person who takes life as it comes , and travel with the flow of it .
when i try to be honest and tell this as the answer ,
you should seriously see the reactions that i get to face .

one big lecture will follow , with all the " i had to walk without slippers to my school and college . you have everything , you should focus , hare rama , hare krishna .
gqdgrfirjg hrjwijdj"

I JUST FACED one of those 5 mins back , from no one else but my father .
what did i do ?
tried to make a mango banana smoothie ,at 11:45 pm , cut all the fruits and poured half a bottle honey + vannila scoops and turned on the mixer , without closing the lid .
i mean , that was NOT intentional , my mother was surfing channels in the living room and a favorite song of mine came on tv and i got so engrossed in it that i did not realize what i was doing .

and then comes my father ...in to the kitchen , immediate response to my " ohh f****" as loud as it could get , and gives me this death glare and of course , the lecture .



but
why would he ask me my future plans at 11:45 pm , in the kitchen , when i am standing like a buffoon with a quarter glass of smoothie all over my face and hair , all sticky and dripping , and the rest spilled all over the kitchen ?

why would he ask me " why the hell are you making a drink for yourself now ?
WTH ?
CANT I HAVE A DRINK WHEN I WANT ?
its my holidays . i mean i have the license to do cranky stuff non stop .
sleep whenever i want .
eat when ever i want .
do whatever i want .


i told him tat .


"kjshurgjsadhcd ifh ivdjlifh" followed .
i cleaned the kitchen .
all over .
lost my smoothie .
sat on the comp .
typed a useless post .