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.