The pollical mark

6 hours of sleep on a Wintry morning when Sun plays truant, when sleep responds faster than your Google Search, is nevertheless enough. Waking up and finding next to your sun-sign, "Profitable day on the cards", marked on it might throw the 'dozing prospect' out of contention. It did. The day was earmarked for various scheme of things. As the noon was about to bid me goodbye, I did know, the earmarks of the better part of the day had been put off to the remainder of the day.

Enter noon, enter a wave of enthusiasm, you work on getting the AIEEE papers printed (a work carefully assigned to the wrong person, yes, that's me!). Whenever you sign off, thinking you are done with something, my dear, you are wrong. Expect a barrage from the unknown! Signature of the parent reads the paper and you take indisputable care in signing in a 'corporatesque' manner and then....... "God damn! You knew it! You are such a moron!", you end up swearing at yourself into a mirror.

Milady! Am I done with the December blues?

Sorry, son, not yet!

Eh, thank you!

Yes, and the next fiasco throws up! Place a left-hand thumb impression in the space given below reads the page, and wait, where's the stamp pad? You are in a cross. Signature in every corner of the page? Done! But the thumber-dumber remains. And you end up at school where a stamp pad ink lies right in the corner of your vision. Out of no man's land, one throws up the perfect spoiler, "Gosh, you'd have that piece with yourself. Get home, get it done!"

"Thanks!", you say and get home to find out YOU DON'T HAVE one! There you go, spoiler? Oops, not yet! Your dad offers the best suggestion, "Get to a shop nearby! They'd have the stamp pad ink! Get the work done!"

You know how embarrassing it is to work your way into a retail and all you do is ask for the stamp pad ink buying 'absolutely nothing'. But then, mind is there to be made up, you too want to get the work done. Enter shop- See the stamp pad- The Pollical Hit on the Inkpad- Another hit on the paper-Job, well accomplished.

Five minutes later, "My dear God, the pollical mark is SMUDGED!"