Monday, September 29, 2008

OBSERVATION

Song: Echoes of Dr King
Artist: The Flower Kings

Monday morning blues. You get into the bus with a heavy feeling wondering why work could possibly exist. sigh. But everything seems to be the same inside. Nothing seems to have changed. Familiar faces, Unfamiliar faces, Disinterested ones and engrossed ones. Its weird how things move on despite how so much could have possibly happened during the weekend. Some seemed satisfied that they had finally found a seat to grab a short nap or engross themselves in a book. Some seemed to be busy in a phone conversation making a ballyhoo of it or trying to be very secretive in their conversation.
Bus journeys are weird. The tendency to standstill is more than to move ahead. Both for the Passengers and the bus I guess. I plugged in the earphones and looked out. Traffic jams. People randomly frustrated in road rage rather than slipping into their seats to wonder less about the road ahead. Everyone seemed to be in a rush to get somewhere eventually clinging on to a discordant mindset- "Whats the whole point?"
Why would i care so much. I'm waiting for Wednesday, October 1st.I'm going to hit the road again. After a while.
I'll probably look at everyone with a disdained mindset who go work while i'm feeling lazy on a hammock with a book in hand, sipping away every few seconds, casual conversation across the table, staring into the Arabian Sea. Ah..I love that feeling.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Routine

I just settled down, in a comfortable position and turned on the laptop. I hope this was the training room. For some reason, routines are weird. As much as we despise them, we are somehow comfortable setting into some kind of a routine. I opened the training schedule and logged into gtalk. "Inventory Management". The last 2 months have been tough.Always been in a position where i had to rush as soon as I get up without collecting my thoughts over a cup of coffee. I guess a peaceful cup of coffee is the least anyone can ask for as soon as you get up isn't it? But here, Its been like running for your life to catch the bus on time as soon as you get up. Get into the bus and my phone rings,"rosh calling...." Perfect sense of timing. Wonderful. Get to work, attend training till the end of the day, get back home, Rush to pump some iron, then sit online till midnight. Its always been like rushing for something at every point of time. I guess the phone calls have made the day simpler, let me settle through this phase.

I was exhausted today for some reason, no energy to attend today's training.
I closed my eyes.

Someone knocked. Without a second thought i said "who is it? Anand i'm sleeping da..."
"suddu, its me da, kashyap. I need headache tablet. I have a bad hangover"
"fuck..wait..even i'm not able to get up da."
I open the door, Kashyap walks in.
"Suddu, we need to book tickets da, There'll be lot of rush."
"whats the date today?"
April 23 rd da..
"Fuck..we'll see da..Tell shanky also,I dont want to think about it now. Too screwed in the head"
Light maadi.
"So, tomorrow night? done with college ah? Sigh"
"Something like that"
Over so fast? fuck. I can't believe it. I guess, things will move on. Get settled into a job, work->home->work. I guess I'll get used to the routine. May be I wont get used to the routine. But how does it matter. I don't have an option. Everyone's going to get scattered and busy with their own lives. And may be a drink a month also might not be possible.
Imagine waking up some morning and suddenly you realize you're in hostel,same room everything in its position,unchanged. You go to brush your teeth and as usual, no water. A trip to pehelwan or krishna's and get to g.b around 5ish and sit there till midnight. No tension whether you have to get up at 7 in the morning to catch the bus or travel 2-3 hours everyday.


Not going to happen.

I suddenly opened my eyes.
The instructor was looking at me. "Are you done?Shall we start the training?"
Sigh. Routine continues.