Just Another Day

Just Another Day .. another Monday morning ...It's already 9:00 am... Sun is shinning bright ...Time to wake up ... Time to get ready for work ... the place known as world of Software programming .. with the ingrdient of logic and spices of errors and exceptions.
The mind is in hurry to do everything fast .. but body , Aaahh dont want to ..No otherway to go .... finally got synchronized ... And here I am with my tooth brush in hand at tarace ... looking at the people running fast..!!The same way as clock hands is ticking fast .....it's 9:35 now and I am still taking bath and humming my favourite bathroom pop song ...consedring myself as one of the best bathroom singer ever ....!!
Finally Its 10:00 a.m .. already late for office... and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 1 and 1/2 years; the sky under which I am standing seems to be looking at me and smiling .. It is perhaps the only thing that has acted as a witness .. watching the transformation of a loud person into a quiet professional.
I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.
I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of thewindow watching people trying to catch up with "life" .. It's an half n hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance.It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because Iam cut off from the melody or today's hip moving fast beats but because I would now be thrust with thoughts of the solitary journey ahead.
I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college ... wellit's a paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how italways seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with allthe familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as ifwe were their prospective prey for the day ...well as I said it was a different life then. The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey.
I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend.
It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it wouldring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in lifeor maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.
There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leaving behind your friends and carrying along only memories. You do make new friends,but then you never get the old close ones ... you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you do not find a person to whom you needn't say things ... friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, have been the only thing that I seem to look forward to ...However, I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation ..A pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!
As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mug, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there will be a day when things will change, when life will offer a rewind, a recap of all the events and I just have to wait.
Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps...!!
And I keep on waiting.....!!!!