Who Stole the Weekend?
“Let’s goto a movie this weekend? How about a long drive? How about a get together? How about meeting for drinks?” – Weekends hold a lot of promise. Every Monday starts with a longing only to end on Fridays in feverish anticipation for the two day reprieve. But, what actually happens on the weekend? We oversleep (after all we slogged through the entire week, didn’t we?), laze around and spend 3/4 of Saturday trying to figure out which is the best way to spend the day. But, by the time we make the decision, it is Saturday evening. And, then suddenly our sleeping mind wakes up from slumber and reminds us of all the chores that need to be done that day. What then happens is – depression kicks in. We waste some more time choosing between responsibility and fun.
Life on Autopilot
I started doing the report exactly the way I’ve been doing it for the last four years. After an hour a colleague asked me what I was doing, and though I could retrace my steps back, I couldn’t recollect doing them. When on the road, I’d turn my bike automatically towards my most oft travelled route, even when I was supposed to go somewhere else. I’d skim through twitter feed and not remember what I read in the last tweet, participate in conversations but not listen enough, stare at the TV but not really watch, read through the pages but not care enough to remember the character names – Have I become a zombie? Am I turning to an Alzheimer’s patient or have gone numb to life?
I no longer participate in life but run it on autopilot.
This Old Guitar
The Grass on the other side
Scenario 1: Santosh called me after three months. It was nice catching up with him. But, our initial conversation got stuck at a juncture where we both didn’t know what to speak next. It has been three years that Santosh moved to the US. How much can we reminiscence about old times? It took sometime for us to ease back into a conversation. He confided in me that he was missing India. He was recollecting all the simple pleasures of what life offered here. And, all the while I was listening to him, I was wondering how nice it would be if only I could migrate to the United States (it’s been a long unfulfilled dream after all), and enjoy what life offered there.
Oh, if only I was in his shoes!