Monday Scribbles

Friday was such a busy day that sadly I couldn’t post anything.  All I wanted was to get out of office and run back to my bed. However, it seems the forces were against me, that evening. I wasn’t getting a direct bus to my home, in spite of standing at the stop for 30 minutes. Finally a bus arrives in all grandeur, which will halt at my bus stop. I board and I manage to get a seat (a rarity on Friday evenings), thanking my stars.

I guess I was getting happy too soon.  The engine smoking up, starts wheezing and coughing like an old man, when finally it dies out.  The driver and conductor, announcing that the bus won't budge (literally) an inch further and we may have to look for alternative transport, snapped a wire in my head. Cursing, I get down and realize the bus broke down half a kilometer away from the bus stop. Wondering if I will ever be able to reach home before 9 to watch MasterChef Australia (it’s a re-run of Series 6. Though I have watched the series when it was relayed, I love watching re-runs too.), I walk towards the bus stop. Luckily, a bus comes soon enough and am on my way home, putting an end to my so-called adventure. Come Saturday, it was quite uneventful, just lazing around, lunching, and reading.

Sunday was supposed to be Ananth Chaturdashi  (Immersion of Lord Ganesh, to be precise) in Bangalore and it was like any other Sunday. No drumbeats, no sound of music, no firecrackers, nothing at all. But then, this is Bangalore, a city which doesn’t celebrate Ganesh Chaturthi. (I wonder what the people celebrate). They do have mandals decorated with idols. However it lacks the gusto, like back in Pune. The entire Pune transforms during Ganesh Chaturthi, wearing a celebratory look. The mandals at every major corner of the city, the aartis, songs blaring out of loudspeakers, everything portray the happy mood of the people. I truly miss the electrifying atmosphere that prevails during the 9 days of Ganesh Chaturthi.  Hmmmm, it’s my bad for comparing Pune and Bangalore. But then since I have chosen to live in Bangalore, I can’t complain, can I?

Sunday night passed, with me trying to recall where and how the weekend went. Well if you are wondering about my late post, let me remind you it’s Monday at work. Most of the morning goes in greeting each other and asking how the weekend was. Mostly the replies are “It was tooooo… short. Didn’t realize when it began and ended”.  Then you go to grab your cup of coffee at the pantry. On the way to and back from the pantry, you meet someone you know, striking small conversations. These activities take up half of the morning. And when you finally do manage to get to your desk and work, you are hit by MMB (Monday Morning Blues). Another half morning is spent in fighting with MMB and putting up your best fight to wrestle out of this mood (The great boxer Ali, would have been so proud of you). All said and done, you are successful in your attempt.  Talking of attempt, I remember that I have a mountain of work to be done. I better start now, lest I end up getting late to go home.

I hope you guys had a wonderful weekend. i promise I will try posting some interesting stuff during the course of this week. Adios, till my next post.

Here’s wishing you a wonderful week ahead. And hoping the weekend comes soon…