It's 9 pm on my watch in this soothing windy night , and I am already a pizza and a beer old. Not only did I thwart my own resolve to not to drink , but in a sense, I cheated myself too. Not that I feel guilty of doing so. This , as an event , was simply on the cards , and it was as much unavoidable, when I came to hostel, the card however lied hidden somewhere behind that translucent curtain of morals and ethics.
The post was not supposed to be an idiosyncratic lecture on the dichotomy of a guy with " morals and ethics" , having the time of his life roaming around , while companies line up for placements in the weeks to come. But now, that I've mentioned it , I think I'll elaborate it , keeping in mind the tolerance of my supposedly invisible though palpable audience.
Morals and ethics , as an epithet , it sounds like " music and lyrics" , doesn't it ? One goes hand in hand with the other. Standing like a hedonist , on the top most floor of my life, that gives me a bird's eye view of the whole situation, I think " morals and ethics" for me , have been inevitable reduced to a swanky composition of words. It's the one excuse you can always give, to not have been able to do something , that may have been considered immoral. The fact that , you were unable to do it , stays hidden in your subconscious.
As is commonplace, I am unaware of why I am writing all this, may be I'll try to justify the booze I've had , by claiming to have sprinkled some of my inebriation in the post that I am writing. I'm totally aware , that it will be a transparent case of anachronism , when my cliche audience ( You!) gets to read this, and it might be that this post may look impeccably irrelevant then, but believe me, these are words, words from the bottom of the heart, from the bottom of the heart of a middle class guy, from the bottom of the heart of a middle class guy who's a wee bit too drunk , from the bottom of the heart of a middle class guy who's a wee bit too drunk and who feels a little, if not more, helpless. I guess , it's all in this moment.
The post was not supposed to be an idiosyncratic lecture on the dichotomy of a guy with " morals and ethics" , having the time of his life roaming around , while companies line up for placements in the weeks to come. But now, that I've mentioned it , I think I'll elaborate it , keeping in mind the tolerance of my supposedly invisible though palpable audience.
Morals and ethics , as an epithet , it sounds like " music and lyrics" , doesn't it ? One goes hand in hand with the other. Standing like a hedonist , on the top most floor of my life, that gives me a bird's eye view of the whole situation, I think " morals and ethics" for me , have been inevitable reduced to a swanky composition of words. It's the one excuse you can always give, to not have been able to do something , that may have been considered immoral. The fact that , you were unable to do it , stays hidden in your subconscious.
As is commonplace, I am unaware of why I am writing all this, may be I'll try to justify the booze I've had , by claiming to have sprinkled some of my inebriation in the post that I am writing. I'm totally aware , that it will be a transparent case of anachronism , when my cliche audience ( You!) gets to read this, and it might be that this post may look impeccably irrelevant then, but believe me, these are words, words from the bottom of the heart, from the bottom of the heart of a middle class guy, from the bottom of the heart of a middle class guy who's a wee bit too drunk , from the bottom of the heart of a middle class guy who's a wee bit too drunk and who feels a little, if not more, helpless. I guess , it's all in this moment.
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