Minutes to go before the most exciting day of the week comes up, no but seriously, Monday is as exciting as it gets! So excited that, the week doesn't wait for our opinion and just rushes to get to Monday in just two days after Friday. This is life, ladies and gentlemen! Whatever is between the Friday and Monday sums up our life. Too philosophical (rubbish), ain't it? That's what happens to every one on a Sunday evening, pondering what is that one useful thing I do in my life, apart from updating the time sheet at work.
Monday mornings are just fun, it is, primarily because it doesn't give a damn whether you like it or not, it's coming already (Look at the clock). Nevertheless, it is that day when awkwardness is taken to the next level. So it's like we are in time slippage from the last week's / weekend's happenings that we need to be in Miller's planet (Courtesy: Interstellar) to shrug off the weekend vibes. But nah, you don't have that much time, all you get to do is pray that you don't have any shocking mails waiting to tear your last ounce of hope, the moment you log into your mailbox (Been there, Done that). But, it's not what I'm talking about. The most exciting part of my Monday is when I hear this line for the first time - "So, how was your weekend?"
Brings in such a smile to our faces (Or sadness, depending on whether you had a weekend or not) and we tend to talk so much putting the guy who asked the question, in a state of bother, like our PM's reaction to the most warmest of hugs from the one and only..(You got it right). Little does the person realize that whatever story he's cooking, none of us care about it. I mean, who cares about "I met a friend of mine for dinner (drinks) on Friday and had a chilling weekend", so what he means is that he met for dinner on Friday and woke up for dinner on Sunday (or was it for Monday's breakfast). Whatever, you get the point.
Just as the conversation is closing, I gather people around for a cup of coffee (My best part of the day) and we talk about everything (on our smartphones) and there's absolute silence, deep within and outside. We get up and try to check the keys are working in our keyboard and then lunch time! It's there we alter the dynamics of time and compete hard to disprove Einstein's relativity - Stretch time to its maximum. But no, that doesn't happen. We are back at our places in less than forty minutes (That's lesser than my manager's coffee break).
Couple of hours of serious work(in mobiles) and finding time in between to work in laptops. Attending calls, finding time for coffee break (Hey, don't judge me. I love caffeine) and looking at the time and waiting for it to strike the time to leave. Simple. No wait, it can't be that smooth, it's not even college, just when you think your stars are aligned properly and shows signs of a peaceful exit, you get a ping (Hi), fast forward two hours later, leave for home, have dinner and try and fail to decide what TV series to watch. Surrenders unconditionally to the one thing that doesn't disappoint (Sleep)
Fast forward to the next four days, on a Friday evening, just when we are about to leave, there's another voice from far behind "So what's the plan for weekend?". The honest ones say "Nothing" and that's about how 90% of Indian working class spend their weekends. Adios until the next weeken-(yawns)
Monday mornings are just fun, it is, primarily because it doesn't give a damn whether you like it or not, it's coming already (Look at the clock). Nevertheless, it is that day when awkwardness is taken to the next level. So it's like we are in time slippage from the last week's / weekend's happenings that we need to be in Miller's planet (Courtesy: Interstellar) to shrug off the weekend vibes. But nah, you don't have that much time, all you get to do is pray that you don't have any shocking mails waiting to tear your last ounce of hope, the moment you log into your mailbox (Been there, Done that). But, it's not what I'm talking about. The most exciting part of my Monday is when I hear this line for the first time - "So, how was your weekend?"
Brings in such a smile to our faces (Or sadness, depending on whether you had a weekend or not) and we tend to talk so much putting the guy who asked the question, in a state of bother, like our PM's reaction to the most warmest of hugs from the one and only..(You got it right). Little does the person realize that whatever story he's cooking, none of us care about it. I mean, who cares about "I met a friend of mine for dinner (drinks) on Friday and had a chilling weekend", so what he means is that he met for dinner on Friday and woke up for dinner on Sunday (or was it for Monday's breakfast). Whatever, you get the point.
Just as the conversation is closing, I gather people around for a cup of coffee (My best part of the day) and we talk about everything (on our smartphones) and there's absolute silence, deep within and outside. We get up and try to check the keys are working in our keyboard and then lunch time! It's there we alter the dynamics of time and compete hard to disprove Einstein's relativity - Stretch time to its maximum. But no, that doesn't happen. We are back at our places in less than forty minutes (That's lesser than my manager's coffee break).
Couple of hours of serious work(in mobiles) and finding time in between to work in laptops. Attending calls, finding time for coffee break (Hey, don't judge me. I love caffeine) and looking at the time and waiting for it to strike the time to leave. Simple. No wait, it can't be that smooth, it's not even college, just when you think your stars are aligned properly and shows signs of a peaceful exit, you get a ping (Hi), fast forward two hours later, leave for home, have dinner and try and fail to decide what TV series to watch. Surrenders unconditionally to the one thing that doesn't disappoint (Sleep)
Fast forward to the next four days, on a Friday evening, just when we are about to leave, there's another voice from far behind "So what's the plan for weekend?". The honest ones say "Nothing" and that's about how 90% of Indian working class spend their weekends. Adios until the next weeken-(yawns)
