Have you ever had one of those mornings where you get up and things suddenly feel fine? I mean you open your eyes, take a deep breath and sigh. You got the just the right amount of sleep. Not too little that makes you want to stay in bed just a little longer and not too much that always leaves a dull headache behind. Issues that had been gnawing at your soul (I have always wanted to use that phrase :) ) vanish. You can’t remember why the hell you were upset. I am such a kid. You chuckle to yourself.
You open your eyes and look around and spy your cell phone peeping from below the pillow. You check it and there it is- a missed call. To show that someone missed you while you were busy zzing away. You see the caller’s name and smile. The first item of the ‘To Do List for the Day’ is ready - 1. Return the call. Then you see your laptop and wonder if there is time to check your mail. You decide against it. Personal mails are best checked during office hours. You wonder still in bed what is it that you have to accomplish today. Any deadlines, any pressing issues? And your mind tells you –chill. Kuch nahin hai. The world is going to run just fine today without your help. You smile.
It’s a perfect day. You get up and open the windows. The cool breeze hits your face. Baarish ke chances hain. You smile. Birds are chirping at your window. You ignore the numerous pigeon droppings on the window sill and do not shoo them away. You feel kind and benevolent towards the whole world. Even your stupid maid who was absconding since yesterday. You had decided earlier that this time you are going to cut her pay. Maids should be more professional in their leave taking. Atleast 2 days advance notice toh dena chahiye. Such arguments vanish as you usher her in the house. She smiles back. And you swimming in the tide of human kindness ask her to make tea for two and help herself to the left over aloo parathas. The car cleaner has still not come today. But it is okay. You rationalize the poor man must have urgent issues that need more immediate handling and your car isn’t one of them. Don’t be too disappointed that he didn’t come. You tell yourself. I am certain he will come on pay day.
You read the newspaper i.e. the entertainment section. Having an MBA + a job means you can give the business section a miss. A nice picture of Akshay greets you. He is looking dapper in the black tux. One of the most good looking men in Bollywood now. You debate the merits of physique and face of some top Bolly stars and realize that Akshay’s claim to being one of the best is possibly true. You read about the lives of Kylie, Ashton, Aniston and MJ. Satisfied that all your friends are doing fine (as per The Hindu anyway and excluding MJ ofcourse ((may God bless his soul)) ) you keep the paper down. The maid is here with the tea. Amma main kal nahin aaongi. Gaon jaa rahi hoon. You appreciate her honesty and advance notice. Smile and take the cuppa. Tea is just right. It is an omen really. This has to be a perfect day.
You get ready for office. There is a tune in your head that doesn’t make much sense. Dum dum dum da da da dum dee da dum dum or was it da da dum dee da dadum de da da or something like that. Nice tune. I could have been a musician. You realize. But oh well that ship has sailed. You see the time: 9.45am. Can make it to office by 10. Excellent attendance record. You smile. Pick the keys up, pack your tiffin and lock your door. In the elevator you tell yourself that you must blog about this perfect morning. And you do.
5 comments:
So did Ryan Reynolds ask you out to accompany him to the Kodak Theatre yet?
I disagree with one thing in your post, I'm sure most people will disagree, but the present air of celebrity worship is blase. It is sad to see such people being glorified, modern youth looks up to such people with reverence.
The American disease of celebrity worship has caught on here, wonder if (real and not reel) heroes and heroines will be ever heard of.
Now we talking lady!
Enjoyed that one..
PS: shoe the birds away or they will never leave until your house reeks of bird poo
The maid is probably scamming you – but they entitled to do that if they not robbing you
Get the TOI as it makes for much better reading and they have better pictures too
The tune in your head is from a nice beatles song called - OB-La-De, OB-La-Da (hey jude not bad either)
Your Monday attendance shows you have bunked 2/3 of them so sorry to burst your bubble
And ps to the PS: next time, get back into the elevator, open that door, pack something for the doo too!
@Anonymous
I disagree with my post too :) Agree with what u said. :)
@Anonymous
I forgot to add, he didnt :(
Idle times, how you been? Not blogging recently cos George Clooney, Johnny Depp and Messrs have been asking you to write their scripts? :)
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