Some days back I saw a movie called Sunday whose story revolves around a girl dropped a Sunday from her memory. I, yesterday, asked the reason of his absence to one of my colleague since 3-4 days and he replied me back that he was on leave only for 1 day. So how could I didn’t saw him so many days? He reminded me that it is normally holidays on weekends for him. And also the same applies to me, he said. That time, I just laughed on my ignorance and canceled the topic. Now in that movie it was because of her mild amnesia she tend to forget when and how was her Sunday, but I am alright – is it so?
It has been some weeks that I have returned before my newly found colony sleeps. I shifted at the start of this month with only myself to a new house. Sometimes I think why is it so that I don’t want this life but then at the same time is there any choice for me? I really don’t find any answer. I normally don’t usually find time to think like this any more now. What is the ultimate goal of these desperate measures?
Now what is the escape route? In this market of high instability and chaos nobody is safe anywhere. And for people like us – cannot run no where. But then it was a choice we took with all our senses intact. So why are we now searching an escape route? And is not mere hypocrisy that we want water and also the thirst at the same time. Now what is the harm in working like a dog – in the end you are working, thats what everybody wants. Again there is a concept of limits. If we can quantify work limits, pressure limits, pleasure limits, etc. then I think we would have been more productive than china at least where out of 12 months 2-3 months are national holidays.
Productivity is directly proportional to inverse of sum of dedication, knowledge and foresight multiplied by smartness divided by pressures. Think practically…
When I was walking out of door of my manager’s car towards my place, I was thinking what would it take to make a life more happier than these and then I walked pass a window half open where one boy was busy studying with his mother beside him, I walked pass another window where a lady was busy preparing bed for her children, I walked pass two old friends smoking the last paper-roll of the day with decibels on all time high and I walked pass a street dog looking at me with dedicated attention as if I am some odd human out. Everything is so chilled up outside, so much of peace but something somewhere needs a fix. Something is not normal but then what is normal, who is normal and how it is being normal?
(Writers mood – normal)
