Reminiscing Journ Days

I sit here after a tiring day, gazing at art supposedly (just because he’s above our heads and up the stage). I listen to that ranting, raisin – eating man, wistful to learn insights on journalism from the seemingly witless monologues.

Waiting is one of life’s difficulties that everyone, as in EVERYONE, has to go through so many times. And this particular kind of waiting is less enjoyable than the one associated with ‘looking forward to-‘. This one’s a clueless kind of waiting. Clueless as to how long we’d have to endure it, and if golden time is commensurate to blind insights.

I pity the wrinkled grapes at his mercy- disappearing under his blob of a moustache every 7 seconds or so.

“It’s better to be passive; keep your writing simple. Unless you’re ambitious enough to be bold and adventurous! Dashing and bold aren’t for you, young people. Keep it light, keep it light.”

Sigh. Bold and daring are us, young people. I am now a vessel of assorted emotions- from the wait, and from the hollow runt.

Be still, my raging hormones. I’d like to believe he means well. But a cute speck of raisin probably has good intentions too, and would do a better job of enlightening us.

=) Endless Sighs..