It’s a Monday morning. Oh no… It’s actually a boring Monday morning where the only option we have in hand is to get up and go to work. As I get up at the eleventh hour and rush to the restroom to get ready, my feelings were miserable. I was feeling sad that I don’t even get to sleep till late in the morning. I felt overburdened about the fact that I have been working for a year now without even going for a vacation. I hated myself for being a part of this pathetic routine where all I am doing is work and work and work only. Considering the liabilities on my head I can’t even think of quitting from my job and taking a break. As I was sipping the morning tea, I hated the fact that I had to gulp it down fast as I was running short of time. “What a life!!! I don’t even have the time to enjoy my morning tea!” Getting ready for office never excites me. So after meeting the basic requirements of being presentable, I rush out of my den in the sun outside. I think of myself as ‘the’ poor and hapless soul who is solely devoid of all the happiness on earth. I take an auto rickshaw and start for my workplace with a gloomy face. As I reached the main road I was once again hit by the heavy traffic. Cursing the traffic has become a part of our daily routing these days. As I was about to start cursing the signal where I got stuck first, I noticed that everyone around me, whether they are in a two wheeler, an auto rickshaw, a bus or a car, looks like starting their day by going to work only. I was complaining about my wretched fate of going to work every morning, but here I am in the middle of a crowd where everyone is going to work in the morning just like me. Unlike me, they all look fresh and charming as if they are looking forward for the day to bring up something exciting in their lives. As the red light turns green, I see hundreds of vehicles crossing the road, children in school uniforms, young professional in their best attires… all of them with a new zeal of the new day in their eyes. I find out that I am not the only one who is following this routine. There are people who are feeling happy about it. Everyone looks fresh and new, prepared for the new week. I look at myself, its pretty clear that I didn’t even get ready in a proper way. Looking at the day with a negative stint I created a mess with myself and ended up looking miserable as well. I find out where I am going wrong. Instead of thanking the almighty for giving me another day in my life I start complaining about it. Instead of taking the new day as a new opportunity, I turn it down with a gloomy face. As I reach office, I see all my colleagues looking fresh and greeting me a Good Morning with a big smile. One of my close friend and colleague comes to me and asks “You look so dull today. Are you not keeping well?” I knew the answer; that the illness is not in terms of my physical health, its all in my mind. Its all for the terrible thoughts running inside my head that made me look like this today. I promise not to think like this ever and not to punish myself for this again. I answer back “I was not keeping well in the morning. But I have started to feel better now. Thanks anyways...”
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