A perfectly normal Tuesday Morning

On a perfectly normal Tuesday morning, you wake up, mentally preparing yourself for four long days of work before the weekend, do the same things you do every day – bathe, get ready, have breakfast, leave half the milk /tea /coffee you are drinking because you are getting late, find the keys of the house /the car, forget something crucial, run back home, take whatever you’ve left behind and run off again.

Then, another series of inevitable events takes place – you check your watch and realize you will be late for your meeting, you have to get fuel on the way, the AC of your vehicle isn’t working, and in a worst case scenario – you have a flat tire. The new shoes you are wearing hurt your foot, you are having a bad hair day, you are making a mental note of all that you have to do after work – eggs need to be bought for breakfast tomorrow, you have to collect the clothes given for dry-cleaning, your wrist watch needs a new strap and your lens solution is over.

Half an hour in traffic, having cursed the motorcyclists, truck drivers and the unfortunate Maruti 800 that just refused to budge - you reach office, jump out and run into the building when you realize you have forgotten your lunch in the car. And then a mile long trip to the piping hot parking lot – grab your lunch and run back, hollering for the guys entering the lift to hold it for you. 30 seconds of impatience, and 10 faces crammed in a 1’x 1’ space, staring at the screen showing the floor you have reached. Trying to balance your laptop, purse and lunch bag you squeeze yourself out of the lift full of round paan eating government officials and reach your desk, throw all the stuff wherever you can and straighten yourself out. The routine ‘Good Mornings’ and ‘Hellos’ follow. You pull out the laptop and log onto facebook, THEN open your official mail, sign into gtalk, and NOW you’re all set…

…to BEGIN the day!