Thoughts inspired by bread omelette

Was getting ready for office this morning. Mum had left and was just planning to sit down for breakfast. Was tired of eating apple. Was bored of brown bread and low sugar raspberry jam. Decided to whip up a nice omelette and eat it with bread. And i did just that. A lot went through my head in the process. There was a time in college when i used to make this combo almost everyday for my best friend D. She was in hostel and inevitably the lazy bum would miss breakfast coz she simply wouldnt get up. Inspite of calling her and waking her up she would doze away and the breakfast would be forgotten. We were in evening college so classes started only by 12. Madam would sleep till 10. In college she would eat one puff and something to drink. Thats all!!!

Was wondering when she was going to pass out. She finally asked me one day to get her something to eat. Bread omelette was fine with her. It soon started to become a practise. Sometimes there would be no salt, sometimes too much, sometimes just perfect. The bread would be lightly toasted on the tawa so it wouldnt be too brittle nor too soft. Sometimes i would come early to give this dumbo sufficient time to eat while commenting about passersby or share the latest gossip before we went to class.

All this went through my head in a span of 1o mins. The bread was done. Neither too hard nor too soft... was just right. The omelette was done too. It did not tear. It was perfect. The salt was perfect too. Sometimes i guess even while cooking... its the thought that matters :)

Whats the point?

I have a friend who often puts this question to me. If i tell her im working to hard she'll quietly ask me whats the point of slogging for nothing. Tell her about the pay, the emotional satisfaction, the work culture - she would still ask the same question.
Come to think of it, i've sort of started to follow the same mental path. I am working hard. I travel 4 out of 6 days. I literally beg technical panelists to come do interviews. I break my head arranging for travel and accommodation. I keep updating people about a 100 things. I drive PS mad coz both of us share the work load. Ultimately i get paid at the end of the month. Great. So whats the point of saving, of working etc. Is it for my future? What future? My kids? Right!! Let them grow up and earn for themselves. My duty is to put them thru a decent school and college. After that its their own headache. Hmmm im sure my parents dont think that way. I will be different!!!
I break my back trying to work out. I eat a morsel and i put on weight. A friend of mine eats 10 pooris and shes like a stick. Blame it on genes, heredity blah!! Then again why would i want to try so hard. To look good - i aint gonna be a movie star. To impress some guy - if he likes me it better be for my brains. But then again - maybe its just to feel good. But the question arises - Whats the point - anyways im gonna die some day. Why not enjoy life ? Hmm makes sense. But yeah i cant revamp my wardrobe every year and i dont think i can move beyond a XXXL. Im still far from it and somehow the thought of XXXL kills me. No ways. But then again. Whats the point.
I take time to look through websites to pursue my studies. To maybe do an MBA. Then again. I have a good job. I earn decently. So why study, whats the point!!!
Parents go mad trying to find a guy. My brother helps in the process. They are really really trying to hitch me to someone. Good for them. But whats the point of getting married. To have kids. To live happily ever after. The question the question - the point!!! I think id be happier being single. I could contradict myself saying whats the point being single!!
Time to stop
Take a deep breath
Finish this piece and then again
Whats the freaking point!!!!???