You know the feeling : You have had a heavy lunch, topped with a delicious dessert, and maybe a paan if you like. You have had a really heavy lunch and you are full, you find it difficult to even walk a few steps. You feel sleepy, naturally.
In such physical and psychological state, imagine you pass by a sweet shop that has even more delicious sweets on display. There are jalebis, the gulabjamuns, the this and the that. You are full. When you take a look at this shop, you know the feeling. You feel like shouting, ENOUGH.
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You know the feeling : It's a Holi day. Since morning, you are busy splashing colours on everyone around you. You have enjoyed the festival and are wearing infinite shades of colours on you. There are water colours, then some crazy fellow has tried to display his skills in oil on your already coloured canvass, then there are these locally made silver-colours. You are so much coloured that when you look into the mirror, you have identity crisis. You know it's enough now. You take leave of your friends and rush to the bathroom, with a scrub or a large piece of polish paper and some kerosene and what not. You spend almost an hour in effort to get your original colours back. After an hour's work, you are satisfied with yourself, and happy that you have enjoyed the traditional festival. You are just happy!
You dry yourself up, wear a decent new dress for the festival, and carefully step out of your house for food. It's hardly a second of outside air, when a rash group of youth decide to include you in their joy, they pour three bucketful of mud mixed with yellow colour on you. You know the feeling, right? You feel like CURSING.
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You know the feeling: This is a very important examination. Although it is not the most favourite subject of yours, but still it ranks among the list of better liked subjects. You know this subject well. You are eager to score some nice grade in this one. You work hard at it. What's more lucrative is that this one is slated for the opening game. Then there are four more subjects to go after this. You look forward to a decent start to the exam of the semester. You really work hard and you are confident on the day of the exam. You get the question paper, and feel better. The paper is challenging : you take up the challenge and give it your best shot. At the end of three hours, you are satisfied not only with the performance in the exam, but also with the knowledge that you have gained in studying it. You are now sure of good grade.
You get back home, and after a quick nap, get started with the next subject. You know the feeling, right? The next morning, you open the newspaper, and get the shock of your life. Apparently, there has been a leak of the question paper in some remote area of the state, and university decides to go for re-examination. The re-examination is scheduled after the whole exam is over: after a gap of a fortnight, just to make arrangements for an alternate question paper. You know the feeling, right? Or at least you can guess.
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You know the feeling : It's raining all over like it's for the first time it's raining in this world. The streets start flooding slowly. You are alone at home, watching TV, unaware of the intensity of the rain outside. Your house is on the ground floor, and the level of the ground is not so high, nor is the quality of the drainage system in this area. Soon the water clogging starts. Following the laws of physics, the water level rises uniformly everywhere. And since the blockage is adamant enough, the water can't get past it. So the level keeps rising. Soon you see the likelihood of its breaching the door-defense and declaring its presence inside your house. You have no choice but to start moving things at a higher level. You have no choice but to welcome the water, irrespective of its quality. You don't bother about the huge water bill the municipal corporation would send next month for this big a quantity that you have consumed. You are helpless. After an hour finally the water has tested you enough, and decides to let go. You heave a sigh of relief and get started with the clean up. You find yourself fortunate for being at home when the water called.
You know the feeling, right? It's time the rainy season is over, and you are looking forward to the winter. You even keep the sweater ready to jump upon any opportunity of wearing it (read, showing off). You start smelling the winter during your morning walks. But the climate refuses to let go of the water. Or perhaps, it's the other way round. One fine evening it again starts raining. You are drenched to nail, to hair and to your shoe laces, totally. You have the previous experience fresh in your mind. You can't sleep. You keep waking up and looking out of the window to check if the water level is rising or not. And you find it is. You have learnt your lessons from the last time, and calmly you wake up and with surgical precision, start packing your things. The water level keeps rising. You keep watching at it. Thankfully, this time it does not enter your house, just says hi to the highest step, and well, in some sort of hurry, the water returns. You are relieved. But you are tired of all this, almost sick.
You know the feeling, right? It has been pouring for almost two hours now in this part of Bangalore. There are e-mails reporting that the roads are flooded, and employees should drive carefully. The clouds seem to be more thirsty than ever. The word incessant, must be an understatement. Your mind goes to your home, you almost see the water all over in the street, slowly rising and trying to sneak inside your house. Black, muddy, oily, filthy, unhealthy, dirty water. All over the place...
You know the feeling, right?
In such physical and psychological state, imagine you pass by a sweet shop that has even more delicious sweets on display. There are jalebis, the gulabjamuns, the this and the that. You are full. When you take a look at this shop, you know the feeling. You feel like shouting, ENOUGH.
---
You know the feeling : It's a Holi day. Since morning, you are busy splashing colours on everyone around you. You have enjoyed the festival and are wearing infinite shades of colours on you. There are water colours, then some crazy fellow has tried to display his skills in oil on your already coloured canvass, then there are these locally made silver-colours. You are so much coloured that when you look into the mirror, you have identity crisis. You know it's enough now. You take leave of your friends and rush to the bathroom, with a scrub or a large piece of polish paper and some kerosene and what not. You spend almost an hour in effort to get your original colours back. After an hour's work, you are satisfied with yourself, and happy that you have enjoyed the traditional festival. You are just happy!
You dry yourself up, wear a decent new dress for the festival, and carefully step out of your house for food. It's hardly a second of outside air, when a rash group of youth decide to include you in their joy, they pour three bucketful of mud mixed with yellow colour on you. You know the feeling, right? You feel like CURSING.
---
You know the feeling: This is a very important examination. Although it is not the most favourite subject of yours, but still it ranks among the list of better liked subjects. You know this subject well. You are eager to score some nice grade in this one. You work hard at it. What's more lucrative is that this one is slated for the opening game. Then there are four more subjects to go after this. You look forward to a decent start to the exam of the semester. You really work hard and you are confident on the day of the exam. You get the question paper, and feel better. The paper is challenging : you take up the challenge and give it your best shot. At the end of three hours, you are satisfied not only with the performance in the exam, but also with the knowledge that you have gained in studying it. You are now sure of good grade.
You get back home, and after a quick nap, get started with the next subject. You know the feeling, right? The next morning, you open the newspaper, and get the shock of your life. Apparently, there has been a leak of the question paper in some remote area of the state, and university decides to go for re-examination. The re-examination is scheduled after the whole exam is over: after a gap of a fortnight, just to make arrangements for an alternate question paper. You know the feeling, right? Or at least you can guess.
---
You know the feeling : It's raining all over like it's for the first time it's raining in this world. The streets start flooding slowly. You are alone at home, watching TV, unaware of the intensity of the rain outside. Your house is on the ground floor, and the level of the ground is not so high, nor is the quality of the drainage system in this area. Soon the water clogging starts. Following the laws of physics, the water level rises uniformly everywhere. And since the blockage is adamant enough, the water can't get past it. So the level keeps rising. Soon you see the likelihood of its breaching the door-defense and declaring its presence inside your house. You have no choice but to start moving things at a higher level. You have no choice but to welcome the water, irrespective of its quality. You don't bother about the huge water bill the municipal corporation would send next month for this big a quantity that you have consumed. You are helpless. After an hour finally the water has tested you enough, and decides to let go. You heave a sigh of relief and get started with the clean up. You find yourself fortunate for being at home when the water called.
You know the feeling, right? It's time the rainy season is over, and you are looking forward to the winter. You even keep the sweater ready to jump upon any opportunity of wearing it (read, showing off). You start smelling the winter during your morning walks. But the climate refuses to let go of the water. Or perhaps, it's the other way round. One fine evening it again starts raining. You are drenched to nail, to hair and to your shoe laces, totally. You have the previous experience fresh in your mind. You can't sleep. You keep waking up and looking out of the window to check if the water level is rising or not. And you find it is. You have learnt your lessons from the last time, and calmly you wake up and with surgical precision, start packing your things. The water level keeps rising. You keep watching at it. Thankfully, this time it does not enter your house, just says hi to the highest step, and well, in some sort of hurry, the water returns. You are relieved. But you are tired of all this, almost sick.
You know the feeling, right? It has been pouring for almost two hours now in this part of Bangalore. There are e-mails reporting that the roads are flooded, and employees should drive carefully. The clouds seem to be more thirsty than ever. The word incessant, must be an understatement. Your mind goes to your home, you almost see the water all over in the street, slowly rising and trying to sneak inside your house. Black, muddy, oily, filthy, unhealthy, dirty water. All over the place...
You know the feeling, right?
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