Just another day

Just another day,

A year back the same guy was looking for the best future and why not? The guy has great achievements, great nature, huge friends circle, never mind attitude and everything a person can dream of having to have a great future ahead. The time was just so less for him with all his activities. The Sundays were just fabulous with bunch of things to do and week days were just awesome adventures. The Sunday used to open with the note that “Oh god I have got to do so many things and why you have given only one Sunday in a week.” From chatting with friends to going into great technical/non-technical discussion, watching a an old cricket match to a great thriller movie, from pulling friends leg to solve his complicated scenario which he has been drained into, each and every angle of life he was living to the fullest.

Time has changed and so as the life. The life has come long way in last one year. The same fellow is an employee in a company from an always enjoying student. Gone are those days when the guy was not even liable to himself and used to make plans just on the eleventh hour. Now he just says one thing every day, thinking about his past “Those were the best days of my life!” The same guy just lives the day as ‘just another day of life’ rather than ‘Yes! It’s another day’.

I just want to tell you an excerpt from his diary which he had forgotten at my desk yesterday. I just wanted to rush through his full diary as it was the diary of one of the most qualified and happy going guy of my company. So I opened the last page of his diary which happened to be his last weekend i.e. Sunday and believe me I just couldn’t open the other pages of his diary as first page I read itself told me his story of life and how he was giving fake smile to the outer world portraying himself as the happiest fellow in the world. So here it goes:

Today I got up in the morning, and may be I can say it as early afternoon (10:30AM). As I got up thinking it as just another day of weekdays I peeped into newspaper and what did I read “Times Of India 28^th December 2008 Sunday” and ultimately the thing strike him “It’s a Sunday!”. I just looked into mirror and said only three alphabets “WTF?” and continued “Oh God, Why there is a Sunday in a week” (I can’t imagine and the same guy was saying this). The half of the day passed in sleeping and thinking in what should he do today? The random thoughts started coming to my mind, Am I the same guy who was wishing for seven Sundays a week? What has gone wrong in my life that enjoyment is just confined to one other movie or one more nap? I have all the time in this world but what is that thing which changed the way I am leaving today? What? Why? How? Which? Who? And all the questions were just coming from nowhere in my mind. To to get out of that scary thought process I just stepped out of the house and the journey for finding a time pass and peace of mind for Sunday began for nowhere? I got out of my house to find something outside where I can pass quality time and live the life I used to live just a year back.

The first thing I did was, I caught the bus which I myself didn’t know where it was going (Filmy style) and got the ticket for the last stop of the bus so that I can get anywhere I think is the place for good time pass. The time passed really fast in the bus (I never knew if you sit in the window sit of entrance and keep counting number of people getting in and out, you can have one of the useless time pass of the world). Finally after an hour in bus I thought of getting down as the game no longer remained interesting. So I got down at the next stop and the place happened to have a garden nearby. I had not been to any garden in last complete year so I decided to go to garden as I thought it could be an ideal place for me to have a peace of mind from those ‘W’ questions or at least it would make me forget about my current life.

The best thing I could think of in garden was to stroll around as all the benches were booked (Advance booking) by lovers and old people being a Sunday(The worst thing is lovers will sit on a bench and at the end 2 people will block the space of 4 people). So I preferred to walk in the garden rather than disturbing those happy couples, while strolling through the greenery and seesaws finally I saw a board in the corner of garden (In such a position and situation as if the owner of Board didn’t want to show that board to anybody) and the full board was written in kannadika except last line which read like “kannadiaka Classical Music Concert” after 5minutes of thinking I got into the hall (The guy doesn’t know the damn thing about music so forget about classical and kannadika classical and he is the same guy who used to say classical music sucks as it has no spice and now just after year later the guy is in hall which is playing same music). I got into the hall from back door but to my dismay it happened to be the front door of hall and I ended up sitting in the first row. Looking for some peace of mind, I found that that as the ultimate peace for the people who do not understand ABC of music as for them just music is playing on and they don’t have to understand it like others who are actually there. After 30 minutes of ultimate boring I just looked back in astonishment that how can people come to such a concert and the scene I saw was horrible. No one sitting behind me was below 60 age and were just engulfed in music, they were not even looking at my (looking back) face. I decide to step out and asked some fellow who was reading the board that what’s written on it in Kannada. The fellow just shouted “It’s not kannada, Its Tamil” And then after me saying him sorry he continued “The music concert is by the Greatest Kannadika classical musician”. And again I said “WTF?” (If this is the best how will be the worst?) Thank God that guy just didn’t look at me back.

I got out of the park and looked for some other place for peace. I caught one more bus and said same thing to the conductor “last stop!” Another half an hour of same game (I was just loving it! as if i was doing something really great) and finally I saw a mall and decided to get down as I thought not peace of mind ,but could at least find some time pass there. Roaming around the mall, Looking for good gals (May be chics) which I had not done for long time now, Group of friends chatting which I don’t have any more here, looking at the way a mother telling her child how bad the ice-cream could be (with one ice cream in her hand), looking at the people bargaining for things and I was just seeing myself in those faces with thoughts why am I not there?

After half an hour strolling in the mall alone, I found out roaming has just not remained the ultimate enjoyment thing which I was looking for and then I finally decided to my go for same old way of time pass Movie, after trying out two failed attempts at park music concert and mall roaming may be i was nnot ready to take one more risk. I went to counter and just said the fellow there “Give the ticket of any movie with least audience” and so I ended up sitting for a Tamil movie (The language he doesn’t even know).

After third failed attempt to do a quality time pass with one of the worst movies, I stepped out of the mall. It was already 9 in the night, so I just decided to go back to home. I got into bus and this time with specific address. After reaching home I just said one thing to myself “Just another weekend over in pursuit of happiness and better luck next time”