A normal start to an unexceptional day fraught with the prevalence of a looming despair; it is indeed a Monday! Nagging thoughts of weekend’s Chinese-delicacy-indulgence do not seem to lose their hold and nothing seems more important than a resounding question of what feels so wrong. “Did I eat too much?” Semi-pretentiously I shrug this thought off and gaze around with an invincible look; not for long though. “It was too much, wasn’t it! Urgh..” And so I jump start another week in self-loathing topped with the thanklessness of a honking passersby.
Half-way through Monday, the creeping thoughts of self-hatred transform themselves into self-pity when suddenly the “importance” meter in my head takes a U turn as my eyes ogle over the Facebook pics of an acquaintance next to Aamir Khan, in London. How come this man, once a friend before he decided to betray the entire humanity, is always at the right place at the right time? Who gives these “superior” humans the right to pour every second of their amazing lives in front of the entire realm? And why am I deprived of a fancy click with a glamorous celebrity? Wait till I meet Mr. Anna Hazare in person (or grow Wolverine claws).
Time for a Monday afternoon snack!
Monday snacks are always amazing; after a day packed with hard-fought face-to-face repeated encounters with reality post a dream of a weekend, these are no short of a well-deserved treat to self. The table-talks do as good to the soul as “samosas” do to the belly! Now the talks have taken an intellectual turn and the theme of the conference turns to ‘Rapture’. Citing the latest developments on brand new prophecies, this discussion is going nowhere – and a good time for another brain-tickle. Mentions of raptures or impending apocalypses make me feel exclusive. Blame it on my past interests on the subject matter, I somehow had this notion in my big head that when the time of human extinction arrives, I would as a matter of course, survive. Can’t stop myself from framing a far-fetched hypothesis of being the lone survivor of a worldwide cataclysm, the father of a brand new cycle of earth’s ultimate future. Too far-fetched? Maybe, but enough to spring up from a tedious mood to a perpetual smile. Much distress over nothing! Well its time to feel good and head home.
Driving my way home, volume all turned up and speakers blasting off to the tune of the favorite track and spirits all lifted due to a reason now though blurry – nevertheless an important reason. I stand by an unfailing presumption now; when Aamir Khan conjectures “All izz well” formula he is definitely talking about his brain equation, not his heart. Anyway, why would a blood-pumping organ need comforting when its the Brain that Tickles!
A sudden bump on the road. Did I hit a stray animal? Or worse, was it a human? It may have very well been a piece junk bouncing up against the wheels. But what if it wasn’t? I certainly shouldn’t have entertained the idea of loud music, its dark outside for crying out loud. I halt for a moment, gauge my vicinity and ensuring every human behavior to be normal, scoot away from the site. This sudden mental wreck wears all the chiming, musical excitement off and with a heavy head I step out of the car, get into the elevator and ring the door-bell to the house. There she is, the wife, the savior to whom I am about to drain out all the heavy thoughts bolting through this brain. As I open my mouth to unleash this demon of a brain upon a poor soul standing right in front, I hear the wisecrack – “Have you gained weight lately?”
“Huh?? You don’t say!!”