My Wardrob-orous Theory

Has it ever happened to you that after a whole week of working like a dog (just a figure of speech though.. Never seen dogs working even as much as a laziest homo sapiens) and sleeping just 3-4 hours a night, when you finally land on your bed on a Friday evening, the sleep spell never seems to diminish, and the weekend ends up becoming a vicious cycle of sleeping and eating, until the evil Monday comes, reminding you of all the internet, electricity, water, house rent, society bills that demand that you go back to work dawdling along like a sloth (getting the image?! ;) )

Anyway, so the point of all this experience sharing is to rub upon the face of the whole scientific community, that you may keep on exhausting your brains trying to figure out the working of a brain (ooh! Ironic), but I have come up with a big discovery - Human brains are just like the closet of a shopaholic girl*. 

For those flaunting a lifelong membership of ISKCON (Thank God none can ban blogs.. In your face right wing activists!! :P) aka lifelong celibacy, misogynists, born and brought up in an Afghanistan war camp or a jail, this is a Serious Warning. Never open a girl's closet without seeking her permission, if you EVER get a chance, otherwise you may end up dying under an avalanche of branded, designer, worn-unworn, silk-cotton dresses - bought and worn, but never bothered to be folded and placed neatly, but thrust carelessly into the wardrobe in a pile hoping that they won't snowball atop one's head on some eventful day.

And that's the same theory that I'm trying to explain about our brains. Be it the millions of sleep hours lost on office workdays (and nights), billions of emotions of pique, envy and anger that you gulp down whenever a girl friend, or some dorky or uncool workplace friend/colleague shoots you with unpleasant commentaries, or the trillions of moments of frustration whenever you curb your tongue from indulging in that yummy, buttery, creamy, sweet snack reminding yourself repeatedly of the age old piece of wisdom A moment on the lips, forever on the hips, these feelings are not lost, but are thrust into your brain, like all that pile of uncountable designers in your closet.

And trust me, a day of PMS accompanied with an unexpected chilly rainy day on a wasted Saturday morning, along with a house that needs cleaning badly is the last thing you want, because it will open that wardrobe of ugly, suppressed feelings for you. Though in my theory, sometimes a binging fit of food or alcohol can also have the same effect. So right, innit?

Thinking of writing a paper on it, as soon as i finish writing this blog.. :D

Have a nice Saturday and keep binging..

Cuz you get life once (Sorry! No rebirths in my brain coding)

Luv you ohl!!

Enigma

*99% of them are, and trust me - REST OF THEM ARE LIARS. After all who doesn't love the therapeutic rustle of slipping on that new dress from Van Heusen, the orgasmic scent of that new lipgloss, the smell and tantalizing touch of a new book and the blisters given by those sexy stilettos.