Mundane "Monday"

Its just another mundane Monday morning. I get off from my bed at 8 am after hearing the bells which is the signal that my granny’s almost about to finish her prayers. I pretend to flip through The Hindu .She comes near me and gives me the usual scorn for I didn’t wake up at 6 am. She complains that I am not putting enough hours in my studies and am sleeping for most part of the day. I retort that I’m completing most of my assignments and records in the college itself. I question her about the lunch I would be taking to college and if she had any plans of going out, thus changing the subject of discussion. Meanwhile the maid servant steps in and I thank my stars that she didn’t turn up when my granny was nagging about my sleeping habits as she usually added fuel to the fire and both of them together would make fun about my laziness. I looked at the clock and hurried to take a shower. I had to ask my grandma again about my towel like each day and she pointed me towards the balcony where it was hanging. I exclaimed, “What could I possibly do without you ammama! “I got dressed, packed my bag, grabbed my lunch box, wore my helmet and zoomed off.

It’s another mundane Monday morning .Blissfully employed in a computer firm; I get up at 7 am. I look around. I miss the fragrance of the agarbatti and that of freshly brewed hot filter coffee. I miss my bike and the condominium. I miss my granny’s tantrums and her lunch box. It’s a new city , new life and I am still adjusting. When I was in college, I used to wonder when it would end . Now that its over , I feel why at all did it end? I wouldn’t complain now if it would have continued a little longer. Someone rightly said that the real life starts just as one takes a right turn from the college.

One realizes what one had only after its gone. Having tasted the corporate culture, I‘d rather be a student. I know I have to shoulder responsibilities and stand up on my own feet. I soliloquized that it’s high time to forego the engineering memories and move on. I hope I’d get over the nostalgia and would feel better the next Monday.

(Ammama :Maternal grandmother in Telugu, agarbatti :incense sticks)

It’s all about loving your parents – Karan Johar ( Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Ghum)

It’s all about loving your Grandparents – Dinesh Venkat (Always Kushi No Ghum)