Oh the source, alas the transform, hence the destination. Makes sense? Or may be, sense-making?
Or perhaps "The Making" in the making? That's what I do, for a living. Which doesn't make sense either !!(Whatever!!!)
Mondays are morose, they taste like coffee(Non-decaffeinated), mixed with two half-n-halfs and some sugar until lunch. Efforts continue to make it taste like Garlic cooked in Garam-Masala post-lunch. And spend the five long burp-suppressed hours staring into a two-headed monster ... (My computer has two screens !!!)
The stare suppresses the lead-lids (I mean eyelids post-lunch) and the garlicky yawns - Well, Garlic naans produce garlic yawns, obviously!
Then there are meetings, and then there are more meetings. Meetings to discuss stuff, more meetings to discuss stuff for stuff. And stuff ain't stuff, but meetings are always meetings.
So where's the cache?(dynamic, static, rhythmic, ecstatic, soporific, whatever you call it!!)
Alas, there ain't no cache(ain't no cash either!!) and fun part is, that it is the same rest of the four days!
And then, there's always the weekend. Seemingly the light at the end of the tunnel, but actually just the lighted part of a long, unending tunnel. Always to the same theater, always to the same mall, once in a while to the laundry, once in a while "The Mart of Wal"!!
Again, where's the fun part? In that, the tunnel is actually a loop. Wherever you go, you'll end up at Monday. The same monday, the same meetings, the same stuff!
Aah the morose mondays!!
Or perhaps "The Making" in the making? That's what I do, for a living. Which doesn't make sense either !!(Whatever!!!)
Mondays are morose, they taste like coffee(Non-decaffeinated), mixed with two half-n-halfs and some sugar until lunch. Efforts continue to make it taste like Garlic cooked in Garam-Masala post-lunch. And spend the five long burp-suppressed hours staring into a two-headed monster ... (My computer has two screens !!!)
The stare suppresses the lead-lids (I mean eyelids post-lunch) and the garlicky yawns - Well, Garlic naans produce garlic yawns, obviously!
Then there are meetings, and then there are more meetings. Meetings to discuss stuff, more meetings to discuss stuff for stuff. And stuff ain't stuff, but meetings are always meetings.
So where's the cache?(dynamic, static, rhythmic, ecstatic, soporific, whatever you call it!!)
Alas, there ain't no cache(ain't no cash either!!) and fun part is, that it is the same rest of the four days!
And then, there's always the weekend. Seemingly the light at the end of the tunnel, but actually just the lighted part of a long, unending tunnel. Always to the same theater, always to the same mall, once in a while to the laundry, once in a while "The Mart of Wal"!!
Again, where's the fun part? In that, the tunnel is actually a loop. Wherever you go, you'll end up at Monday. The same monday, the same meetings, the same stuff!
Aah the morose mondays!!
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