It ain’t over until the fat lady sings so

Wake up! It’s afternoon already.” shouted my father, while waking me up. “It has been a month since you graduated. Yet, all you do is sit here and do nothing.  Do you have any ambition in life or all you want to do is sleep?

Ambition? Did he ask me about my ambitions? Well, youngsters shouldn’t be asked about their ambitions. They can be quite troublesome. Alas! it’s the year 2015. I have graduated from a law school and I have been waiting for the right opportunity to enter the field of practice. Yet the opportunities are waiting for me to open my door of luck, which I doubt I have. LUCK!

It isn’t that my father is impatient. He had waited patiently for a month, yet he was worried about my future. Maybe, a bit too much.

Wake up, or you want me to throw you out?” He said fiercely. A threat strong enough to bring any youngster back to his senses. These were the same words I had thought of. Well, never thought that I would be hearing them this soon. Not this fast. After all, it had only been a month. It was a necessary break after five years of rigorous study and devotion. Yet, something had to be done.

Hurriedly, I woke up, grabbed my clothes, took a bath and slept again. Somethings in life should never be compromised.  One of these is…  z Z Z

! Sleep!

This time, I slept with a separate determination. I had decided to shift to Delhi and search for a job there. It was either now or never.

I woke up, checked into my room and blurted some strong words for the person in the mirror “Dude, you are going to find a job. There is no turning back. You either find a job or you’ will never come back.

I told myself. Looking back had never been an option and it would never be.

Hopeful, that my hard work would pay off, I embarked on my year-long journey along with my father.

No, it wasn’t easy, and I knew it would never be but I was sure about one thing all along and I still say it now- “You may never know what the outcome is. The big fat lady only sings at the end, not before! So why worry?

by boringbug

2 responses to “It ain’t over until the fat lady sings so”

  1. This reminds me of a time when my dad and I were watching a football game at his mom’s house and she said, “It’s not over ’til there’s just a little bit of time left.” We both started laughing and tried to explain to her that her expression was pretty much the exact opposite of the expression she was trying to use.

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    1. Damn. I got your point.

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