27 May I’m that old school guy
Oh, it’s Monday again! And I am still tripping over the weekend. It’s time that I rollback to the daily routine – get up, dress up and rush to the workplace commuting through traffic for freaking 2 hours. Here I am sitting in my cubicle and getting myself a cup of hot coffee at the desk from that coffee machine (You know what! That actually sucks!), and checking my emails for the past days and start creating task lists for the day.
[By the way, ]I am just an ordinary guy like (some of) you working at a renowned firm and yes, I belong to the squad just like you with those 9-6 shifts where sometimes the work sucks or I do. To get away from the Monday blues and avoid my boring neighbour, I look out for my headphones and start listening to my favourite Coldplay, Now I’m hyp, hypnotised. Was this the effect of the song or the weekend tripping that my mind started rewinding the memories and there were images of those glorious childhood days flashing back by. Those beautiful days where I had always been fascinated by the fact that growing up is all about being happy and doing all things I have always wanted to. However, I was all wrong.
Back then, going to school was much more fun than 9-6 jobs,
The wait for exam results was better than these deadline pressures,
Dull classroom walls are still brighter than such glassy office walls and cubicles,
Fighting with siblings over small things was better than dealing with bosses,
Playing with friends was something I waited whole day than sticking to gadgets all day,
Those floating paper boats and puddles to dig in and get dirty is still what I love to do than getting bothered by the waterlogged areas,
I would still love listening to bedtime stories than popping eyes out for watching the web series and seasons,
Playing Video games and fighting over remote was better than scrolling the social media feeds for hours,
Those gully cricket discussions were more challenging than daily project standups,
Birthday parties were best when treated with cakes and wafers rather than enjoying those lavish parties,
Hiding some phantom cigarettes and Parle kismi chocolates inside bags were better than hiding the pain behind the happy faces,
Writing letters was way more expressive than those Whatsapp chats and email conversations,
Parks and gardens are still a place where you find joy than sitting at a well furnished over café,
Summer vacations were a lot more relaxing than annual leaves,
“Hey!? Where are you lost?”- I heard someone dabbing and screaming over my desk. I was so much engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t even realize when my friend appeared next to me and calling out my name loudly (the third time) asking for lunch. I returned back from those memories with a childish smile that kept my friend wondering what’s happening with me.
While I wait for my dabbawala and the ordered kairis(mangoes) to come, you can recall some of your memories and share with your friends.
(I don’t mind if you wish to share with me too)
I’d give all wealth that years have piled, The slow result of Life’s decay, To be once more a little child For one bright summer day. ~ Lewis Carroll.