One fine morning

Ah..there I am in my kitchen making an omlette and the tea is on the boil, my eyes still half closed due to the perfect sleeping patterns I adopt (You know what I mean) anyways I get everything ready on the table. The newspaper of the day crisply folded new lying there, almost like waiting for someone and shouting read me read me..

hissskkk as I take my first sip of perfect tea, I open the paper and I browse through it, I see that the newspaper is filled with news which would spoil my perfect breakfast, make my tea taste bland and my morning depressive. Perfect I say..news filled about countries running into debts, jobs acting like cheap cotton pants which shrink every year, emerging countries fighting corruption, basically its all bad. Its like oh yeah a fairy tale of animals....its the end of the world in a few years everything will fall apart and every human will kill each other and then we animals will live happily ever after..

I keep turning the pages and it feels like there is a competition among journalists about who writes the most shocking depressive news... after a few minutes ..one of my flatmates walks in "hughgh hughghg huhghg..woooh he pants ...what a run I had fantastic!!, you know what dude as I ran today, I was amazed at how people are happy man.. seeing them happy..actually I was having an agonising bad morning ,but now after seeing them I feel totally good!! wooh.. let me make some cheese cake for myself.

Huh.. lucky bugger... hsssskkk as I take another sip of my tea, I wondered how feelings and sentiments can change just by observing at how things are portrayed.. here I was happy and the newspaper managed to ruin it, and my flatmate who was pissed became happy by having his own experiences.

This is the little thing that happened one fine morning, I thought I should express it, since it is not something significant, but when you put a little thought to it; it starts to make sense as to what I am talking about.