I’m not a regular victim of Monday Morning Blues.
And one of the prime reasons for this is my inabilities to
find something interesting enough to do in two days weekend. Many times I have
almost nothing left to do by Sunday afternoon and hence eagerly start waiting
of being at office. Wait, Wait. Just in case, you started thinking that ‘m
luckier, you a bit wrong. I too do get hit by Monday Morning Blues (MMB) and
mine is sever than other.
This Monday, when I picked my bus to office (sitting at the
last but one seat as I have been doing for last 2 years now), I was hit by MMB.
It all started by a simple question, “Why
‘m I here”. I firstly tried a half-hearted attempt to avoid the question
and started peeping outside. Somebody patted me from back. It is me only, but
just a better one. I call him Better Me. He the person I hate to talk
the most, but then he is the person who talk the most. He is the one who is
never happy of me, no matter whatever I do. He is the worst critic of me I
know. And the worst part of the contract is that I can’t lie to him. He claims
to know me more than me.
I started getting cold feet as soon as I saw him. He is last
man I would like to meet just in the start of day. I tried my most to ignore
me.
“Are you trying to
avoid me? Don’t you know that this all will not work.” said Better Me with his
trademark sarcastic smile.
“OH! It’s you. I just didn’t
saw you. How are you doing this morning”, I said.
“Avoid that. Answer
me. Why are you here?” His looks were now making me even more nervous and
pale. I don’t want to start the week this way. I looked all over and found that
there were hardly that could save me from him. I finally gathered myself and
decided to hit him hard. Pulling up my sleeves, I replied.
“What a question is
this. I’m going to office. I have been doing the same for 2 year now in this
time of day and you claim to know me better than me.”, I tried the best I
can.
“OK. So you want me to
be blunt.” I had lost his cool by now. “Why
are you going to office”, he jumped back with another.
“To learn new things”,
I replied in the same tone like a student standing in his principal’s room replies.
He was out in laugh. I can see that the whole on bus was
able to hear that, but none gave it an ear. “Don’t give me that. I bet you don’t go there for that. You go there for
money and money only. Your kinda people won’t sit there for a moment if not
paid for.”, he roared. I could not deny that as that the truth.
“Now that you also
know why you go to office, tell me why you need money.” Better Me asked. I stood
clueless on it. I didn’t know what to say. I was an endless silence.
“So that I can give my
family a better life”, I whispered. I’m watching KBC a lot these days, so
tried to borrow few lines from there. But before I could even end that, he was
out in laugh like a mad. “Your family was better off even you were not
around. Even today they are better and none is because of you. So don’t force
me to bang your head.” he almost had his fist on my head. “Final time, why
you need money.” This time he was very serious. I have never seen him this
annoyed. But I still didn’t have any answer.
“May be a 2 BHK”. This is all I could gather in 10
sec I was given to answer that.
I stared at me giving me an “iska-kuch-nahi-ho-sakta” look.
”So the whole purpose of you being alive is a 2BHK flat…..
Great”, he said and dispersed into air.
It is late afternoon now and I'm still reeling into that
trauma. This could be the worst MMB attack on me. May it never come.
