Alarm rings at morning 7.00 AM and I snooze it (thinking Oh! I can sleep for some more time). It again rings at 7.30 AM and I again snoozes it thinking the same. Once again alarm starts ringing at 8.00AM and this time(Oh God! left with no option to snooze it) manages to get up somehow. Have my shower and breakfast and till I get ready its 9.00AM (Oh No! I ll be late again). I run to the bus stop promising myself that from next morning I'll get up sharp at 7.00AM with the first ring of the alarm. Somehow manages to get into 9.10 AM bus. After getting into bus first thing to do is take out I-pod from my bag and start listening to my song collections and will be lost into my deep thoughts...
What made me change so much? I din't even realize when I turned from a naughty college going girl into boring serious girl.
Where has my cheerfulness lost?
Things became so advanced that friends remained only in facebook, texts and phone calls. Can the span of two years in an atmosphere without friends change someone so much?
Same people who use to envy me for my bindaas nature are now surprised to see this change in me.
So have I become matured now? If being boring is matured then I would be happy staying immature, childish and crazy for ever.
As these lazy days are passing I am becoming more lazier and irresponsible because of my Mom's pamper. I never realized when I became so dependent on her who was so independent earlier.
Where is that girl lost who was interested in knowing about every new invention? Where is that girl lost who had spirit of struggling and achieving something?
The girl who loved to freak out on every weekends now like to stay at home the whole day.
Where will this lead me? Will I ever be able to become that cheerful bindaas girl to whom life was so carefree?
Thinking all these things I reach office by 10.15AM and even today I find no good work to do here.I waste my time on social networking sites and leave my office at 5.30 PM, reach home by 7.00 PM, help mom in cooking for sometime, spend time on my laptop, than watch daily serials and sleep off thinking when are these lazy days going to end.
Alarm rings at morning 7.00 AM again and I snooze it (thinking Oh! I can sleep for some more time) and this is how one more lazy day starts.