7 Days of May - 02

Opened my internet banking and checked the balance – around 26K, “good enough for a week!” I said to myself and closed it. 11:15 AM

Another 15 minutes for my whole team to come back. Drafted a mail in a hurry – Personal Emergency: On vacation from today and quickly left the office for home.

Smiled to myself and “Hah, it indeed feels nice” with a huge sigh of relief. Looked at my watch and with every second ticking, I felt a rush of fear creeping through my mind. Wondered for a moment whether I am staring at timer in a time bomb ticking counting towards zero.

Opened my laptop and started to randomly look at the gallery. Still images from my childhood and college brought back lot of memories. I have had a lot of friends and what happened to all of them? In a few moments, I am filled with questions. Is that all life is about? Few of them married, a few moved on to other countries to settle down and a whole lot of them – I don’t know what they are doing at all. Everybody has planned their own life and moved on and I felt stuck. Opened Facebook timeline and it did not do any good to improve my mood either. 12:15 PM

Huh... this memories thing is crap. I should have opened Swiggy rather Facebook’ I thought to myself. Waited for 30 minutes to get the food delivered. Completed my lunch and I don’t remember when I snoozed. Trust me when I say this, nobody can match the happiness a Biriyani provides.

Woke up to the doorbell and wondered as who this visitor to my house at this time. Found no one at the door and stood there wondering - Is this God’s way of an alarm? Trying to notify something to me? Security shouted from the aisle - ‘Sorry sir, it’s some neighbor’s kids prank’. Sighed to myself and went to my room again. 3:00 PM.

Opened my laptop again and started cleaning up my folders. Long time before, after hearing some inspirational speech in YouTube I had started writing a wish list – things to do before I die. Started going through the list skipping the impossible like Pyramids, Niagara, Amazon, Sahara, etc., and going further down, stopped on ‘Sela Pass’.

I did not want to continue reading the list beyond that. I wanted to go there, at least once in a lifetime and I do not know how much is left in my life. I have always wanted to ride my bike there, but in a week? My conscience interrupted with an image from earlier today – my bank balance. Still, I thought why not go there? What better use can this credit cards be!

The next one hour went in a jiffy. Booked a flight to Guwahati for next morning 6:00 AM – Packed bags – Purchased a jacket and came back home. I kept asking ‘what else’ every minute with a mixture of excitement and fear going through my chest.

I had nothing else to do other than looking at my phone to check the time and every time I looked a WhatsApp notification kept popping up from the un-official office WhatsApp group. I don’t usually open the group, but I kept reading them through the notification. Few folks asked about me – felt weird and then later they started with their usual ‘Our National Anthem won the Best Song from UNESCO’ types forward messages. Last dinner in Bangalore, I thought to myself and started. 8:00 PM

Even after dinner, ‘What else’ was still running in the background of my brain. I wondered, ‘Is that within Indian border?’ ‘Do I need a Passport?’ ‘will there be hotels for breakfast?’, ‘will I get food?’ ‘I don’t want to starve and die’. Went to a supermarket nearby and bought some chocolates. To be exact, one per day and I bought 7 Snicker Bars.

Excitement and fear are always divided by a very fine line and you never know which side of it you live. If you start trying to resolve that equation – fear catches up!

7 Days of May - 01

A Usual Day, 2018. Bangalore


God,
I really wonder how people pull it off for more than 25 years. It’s really tough and they are doing something very tough to pull it off, I know. But how they proceed, I don’t know! Is this life not boring?

Doing always the same thing? Getting up, rushing up to office, looking the system time and your watch’s time every 5 minutes, same stupid food but increase in bills every month, staring at Google’s search results, staring at your mobile, counting how many days left in this week, then how many days left in the month for the salary, usual traffic and usual dinner. Day is done.

When weekdays are this bore, weekends are much more! Getting up at 11, going out for lunch, paying more than what we usually do for what we usually have, sleep and day is done. If you plan for some trip or outing, everybody starts enthusiastic, but nobody turns up. This happens every month. E-V-E-R-Y fucking month!

I miss my home, mom’s food, my time with friends, my hometown, the time I play, the time I spent reading, the time I laughed, the moments that stay with me forever and the worst thing is that I miss them all for money! How sick is that? You understand right?

This is my problem. I don’t find anything interesting to live in this world and I miss everything interesting. Whoever I love to talk won’t talk to me, whoever I find interesting finds me stupid and so I end up being alone always. I don’t expect, I don’t dream, I don’t want to reach great heights and I don’t find any purpose in this life. Please, don’t advise me to marry and spoil one another’s life. I have no special reasons/persons to live anymore. So kindly kill me, please no violence, a gentle death in the sleep.

I have already pulled off 28 years now. Please, I can't continue to live like this any more. So please, God, Are you really reading what I write? I know you will be. Please do something!

Thanks in advance,
Bala

Penned a letter, folded it and kept it safe between the table and paper weight and I don’t exactly remember when I slept off. I share a two bedroom flat with one poor guy sharing the house. I moved in here after most of my UG friends got along with their lives and jobs. I wanted a private room and lot of private time so as my roommate. We are just ‘hi – bye’ friends who talk only on the day of salary to share the house rent and sometimes to pick up food for each other. This is my life, at least for the past 4 years.

The room is always neat except for the corners where the wires were clustered and look messy. It was a 10X12 room, with a little darker shade of creamy mint green with only two shelves, a large mirror, a laptop and a few mobile phones on a single foldable bed and few pillows at one side, a small writing table on the other side and a lot of empty wall. The wall had Gautama Buddha in a meditating posture on one end and on the opposite side a huge Chelsea club crest poster.

I woke up from the bed a little tired than usual. Checked my mobile for the time, it showed 9:25. ‘It’s late!’ I told to myself and wondered ‘9 full hours, that’s something new!’ and stumbled a bit while rushing up from bed to get ready.

After I joined the company, I enjoyed my life as much as I could for first 3 months, since then I keep telling myself that I enjoy life and work. If you plot my timeline of enthusiasm since childhood, it must be a deep dive closing in zero in the last 4 years except for a few spikes here and there. Sleep of 9 hours is something near to an achievement for me on weekdays as I hardly sleep before 1 AM.

Took very less time than I ever would and got ready, checked my mobile, purse and ID card and finally started from home. It was 10:30 AM.

Staying in the cubicle is much better than entering late to a meeting. You can avoid that boring lecture on time management! Till then it didn’t strike me, what if God is real and I die as I wrote in that letter? Will I be doing this stupid job if it is going to be my last week? Hell, No! Mind acted quickly and…

Life is like gambling. You will have the beginner’s luck, sometimes an extended luck but if you do not know when to quit – it’s all lost!

7 Days of May - Prologue


Who ate my Snicker Bars!


Life is just an empty paper. Some people write, some draw, some don’t care, some stare other’s – but some just stare their own. Not all days go into your memory or create memories. Only 5% of your total days you cherish for rest of your life, 80% of days would be over just by doing the routines and remaining 15% days makes you mess up things by wondering what to do to make this day special.

Bala, you ever wonder this guy has something special to do or does things in a special way because you will never find him doing anything – he is one guy who just stares a white paper. Talks hours in phone, hangs out with friends, watches movies, checks Facebook umpteen times a day, tweets, reads occasionally, reviews movies, music, cricket, football – overall, he is one among the undergraduate software engineers working in an MNC for money rather satisfaction. This is about his 5%.