Showing posts with label Procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Procrastination. Show all posts

Thursday, November 29, 2012

"Shit Happens" Part II

The evening started off with us editing the most hilarious essay ever. Well not really but we never tend to realise the mistakes we make when we are sleep-typing (don't pretend you don't know what that is...you know exactly what it is. We are the procrastination generation!)

Anyway, the fun night slowly evolved into a rather serious night with all the profound talks about life, friends, relationships, boys, girls, noise, family...everything possible. But one thing that struck me most was this one sentence we constantly kept repeating, "I have gone through so much shit."

Have I? Have I really gone through so much shit? I mean for a 20 year old girl (note, girl. Not woman) to say something like that should be meaningful. But then again, "shit" could vary in understanding and definition according to various people. For one person, "I have gone through so much shit." could mean "I took the longest dump today." whereas for another it could mean, "My friends don't understand me." and for another, "I am 18 and pregnant."

My point is, the parameters of defining "shit" could be anything, really. The shit I go through can be a huge deal for me, but a small deal for someone who's "shit parameters" are more widely defined than mine. Make sense? No. Then the point of my so called "post" has gone through to your head. Do reflect upon it.

For more information on shit, please read "SHIT HAPPENS"

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The Queen of Procrastination

It's 13:43pm; 
And am writing a poem!
What a way to distract myself,
From a fat book on my shelf.

It's the exam season now;
1 down, 4 more to go.
But how? 
How do I study?
With distractions;
Oh! So many!
Distractions that were never;
Never! So interesting;
During the summer...

It's sad, you may think;
And yes it is,
Because my grades will sink!
But what do I care?
I'll get my revenge!

Many years down the lane,
When am long dead and gone.
My great-great-great grand kids,
Will kill their memories of me,
With a stone!

Why, you ask?
I'll tell you why!
This very poem, 
They will all read!

All because of my boredom;
They perform a bad deed.

I don't regret;
And I will never!
It's all a cycle-
A cycle of life;
From generation to generation;
I'll remain forever,
The Queen of Procrastination.

© Anupama Subramaniyam