Following
the advice of very precious friend and almost an inseparable person in my life,
every passing day I absorb in more of his immortal positivity and every morning
while rubbing my eyes I tell myself that no matter what the circumstance and no
matter what the weather, if I have the right perspective I will have a
beautiful day. Carrying the thought as I
stumble out of my king sized bed, I get engaged with the obvious daily chores,
which without an iota of doubt strenuously include the parental grumbling; pity
fights and quite a bit socially imposed infinite rivalry with the siblings;
cuddling and snuggling with the pets and exasperation with the domestic help.
After running the errands, as I step out of my home, which, I consider, provides
nothing else than a panoramic view of a theatre that has equipped itself solely
with the genre of domesticity, I take a deep sigh of relief that everything
started out on an acquainted, customary and happy note.
Being
in my mid-20s and being absolutely devoid of any form of physical activity,
thanks to the exceedingly unstoppable technological advancement, thinking of my
unborn future generations, who might not get a glimpse of their legacy because
of my devouring routine, I take the stairs rather than the elevator and on my
way prepare myself psychologically for what I know is to be followed. As the
engine of my car makes a purring sound and I race my car out of the main gate,
I know that that was the highest speed that my car is going to hit for the
next one and a half hours and with the thought I embrace the engulfing traffic
that awaits my arrival every day of my life on the consistent Delhi roads,
which do not loose their aura and never compromise on the dire effect that they
have on a car, even if the one you are driving comes from the Mercedes or BMW
family.
After
exchanging greetings with the drivers and the passengers in the parallel cars,
I reach my destination, which six days in a week is my work place. “My
Work Place” is anything but me; it is well equipped with the very common,
monotonous and frustrating professional jargons and every day without a fail it
tries to extract the emotional and human quotient of my being and convert me
into a vapid narcissistic corporate person, the type of who I am generally
surrounded with. As my work place is consistent every day, I try to reciprocate
and commence with entering with an ear to ear smile in the effervescent hope
that someday the colleagues would acknowledge the fact that they are still in
the vicinity of the same species that they belong to. As I make my way through the
official day that basically entails talking out loud while staring at the
screen and strengthening the muscles of the fingers with the agitated typing at
the keyword, which best portrays the soulless imagery that bears the brunt of
the ongoing frustration in every one’s life, I again show my gratitude towards
the supreme power that my day is going by just fine and I am not face to face
with any hideous reality and am not bombarded with an unexpected news that
might make my alarm go off. When I done
with my work, the thought of which in itself is an oxymoron keeping in view the
generosity with which I showered with the targets, I assure myself that both my
mental and physical capabilities have given up and there is not much
contribution that I can make and with the same thought I leave the location
of my office to meet my fellow drivers, who I know would be waiting for me like
love struck people.
While
entering my home I usually have a feeling of contentment that my day was
satisfactory and with the feeling I do the remaining chores that draw the
curtain at my day. As I reach my
dwelling place, my room, I am typically on the brink of collapsing; however, I
try to recap the events of my day and when I ponder over the sequence, ¾ ths
of the time I realize that my day was just a “typical” day and nothing more
than that. Of course, the special days
would not be called special if they occurred ever so often. The simplicity of
my day, however, does not impend disheartenment on me; it makes me realize that
if nothing else, I at least improved the typicality of my day, I took another
step towards perfecting my routine life, I was not lured into being a smoking
vessel, I still did not indulge in potvaliancy, I still did not step out to
be-little people and hurt them intentionally, I still carry a flame in my heart
and have not lost hope; and with the entire gamut of optimism and the final
belief that every experience is a learning to live life better, I go ahead to
experience a sound sleep.
