Man invents and adopts various
strategies to counterbalance his frustrations. One of them is by diverting the
mind from the causes and thoughts of frustration. And this strategy most often
involves going to ice-cream parlours or restaurants where the frustrated
individual can sit comfortably for a while; where he can easily divert his mind
to the actions of his test buds. It is no issue, although this relaxation ends
with a restaurant bill.
It is another interesting thing
that most men would never have any grumbling if they spend for filling their stomachs.
Many shop owners who do business other than food items feel terribly frustrated
when they fall prey to continuous bargaining of an unconvinced customer. However,
fast food, restaurants, hotels and similar food linked industries are free from
such bargaining and argument. Food is life and nobody would like to go for
bargaining as regard to this basic necessity of life.
It was evening time and I was
half spent and dog tired. I was on the streets of Bhubaneswar heading towards
the bus station to catch a bus to my native place. The big cars, big houses and
the glare of city life looked down on me. I found myself sinking in a sea of
depression and frustration. The feelings got intensified with each time I wiped
my face to avoid sweats. The heart was burning because of my nothingness. I
could not find a quick fix to my problem. I wanted to search myself. I wanted
to feel my own worth. I wanted silence so that I could start an inward journey.
And I found what I wanted. I saw an ice-cream
bar. I went inside & sat on a table. I opened my laptop, ordered vanilla-flavored
ice-cream and wrote out my heart. Each spoonful ice-cream refreshed my being and
I stood up once again for my self-expression. I paid the bill and clicked the “ADD
NEW BLOGPOST” button on the laptop.
(Readers are requested to excuse
me for packaging the blog post with so much frustration and depression but at
the same time I must admit the truth that I feel my readers so close that I cannot
find anyone worthier to taste the cup of frustration mixed ice-cream)
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