Monday Blues

The start of a week day is a ghastly nightmare, which starts showing its effect from the Sunday night itself. I dread the thought of going back to work on Mondays. Every Sunday night seems like the end of a long holiday and the beginning of another tiresome week.

Back in school, Monday was a day I looked forward to, as it meant meeting friends again, sharing lunch-boxes, chattering and laughing over the endless meaningless, insignificant topics. But, office has an adverse effect on me. The grim, serious and so called “professional” environment makes me feel droopy from the start. Watching people walk discreetly, speak softly, work meticulously and eat hastily somehow leaves me more stressed out by the end of a week.

However, my Dad chided me today saying that “humdrum” bores its seeds within oneself, and flourishes if given a way. So, instead of cribbing over my present state, I am trying to enjoy the last minutes of this wonderful Sunday. I have just started reading a novel by Rajashree named “Trust Me”. Initially, I was glued to books written by foreign authors, but after reading books by Chetan Bhagat, Satyajit Ray and Khushwant Singh, I have discovered a new love towards Indian authors.

Though I do not know if this book would be as exciting as Chetan Bhagat’s “Five Point Someone”, but the attractive cover somehow had a miraculous effect on me like many others….

A Ray of Hope

This is my first blog ever. I don't remember the last time I wrote an essay or a journal, and I am plain confused about how to express myself the right way.

Writing in my "secret diary" during school days was one of my favorite hobbies, which slowly faded away in course of time. I cherish the little memories of writing about the million things which crossed my mind...my first crush, the history class, my birthday gift and endless number of silly things. However, as my childhood passed by, the creative part of me too buried down under the burdens of life.

Often, I feel mechanical and the monotony of life suffocates me. I wonder if it is work pressure, wearisome uniformity of daily rituals or the environment around me. The questions just keep circling around my blank mind and slowly vanish without an answer.

So, here I am today, with an attempt to lighten my shuffled life with the little happiness of my own writing.