Every Monday to Friday, we start our morning with a rush only to scramble into our desks and then become extremely stationary.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock....
As the clock strikes five, 'The Rush' returns. We reboot our systems to "Seamless Navigation" mode and zip through crowds of people or cars or both. We, the people of this world, serving various corporations and companies, have inherited the power of going through days in 'work-mode'. I, for instance, channelise all my focus on a screen filled with jargons, all my strength in holding my butt in the chair instead of dancing, and all my intelligence in typing mails testing my true sense of English vocabulary. Till this date i hold the record of not having used abuse in any reply, though only my desk-neighbours are witness to how many i would have mouthed while typing those mails.
But then comes along a day where it isn't about 'nine to five'... well to be fair, two days... The inevitable "Weekend". The two days we actually work for, for five whole days! Mostly i spend my "days" catching up with myself or friends or both but every once in a while, i have a date...
A date with a new culture, at a place beyond my work and chores. A date with me, in a new city... And I fall in love again with myself, with the new city, with the idea of having weekends. These few dates makes up for all the hours i spend in a train, at a cold desk, eyes glued to screen and ever predictable cafeteria lunches! These dates aren't about nine to five, though they could very well be about check-ins and check-outs or arrivals and departures, but yet they seem to de-stress you. Just about enough to make you crave for another in a couple of weeks' time.
Its not the buildings that call me despite being an architect. Its the city life, people gathering at a square, the families at a picnic, the school kids at a museum and youngsters at a pub. It is amazing how much one learns by just being a silent observer. Often I take along a book to a quaint little cafe on the streets and end up just looking at all that that surrounds me. The book lying on my table, untouched. There is a thrill a new place exudes. A sense of excitement with the intuitive caution just creeping in. And I continue my stroll along a canal, on the winding path, smiling away to myself as I hear the city unfolding its story in layers.
I hear a little whisper as i write. An itinerary drawing itself out as i let my mind wander...
a craving stronger than my need for coffee. A get-away from all the digital madness around me. I need to find new streets again to walk in the sun and get tanned. New histories to unravel and take in the rustic flavour of the museums. As my stomach growls, breathe in air full of different kinds of sweets and savouries awaiting to hit my taste buds. And with this i bid adieu as i head off to find me another date...
Tick tock tick tock tick tock....
As the clock strikes five, 'The Rush' returns. We reboot our systems to "Seamless Navigation" mode and zip through crowds of people or cars or both. We, the people of this world, serving various corporations and companies, have inherited the power of going through days in 'work-mode'. I, for instance, channelise all my focus on a screen filled with jargons, all my strength in holding my butt in the chair instead of dancing, and all my intelligence in typing mails testing my true sense of English vocabulary. Till this date i hold the record of not having used abuse in any reply, though only my desk-neighbours are witness to how many i would have mouthed while typing those mails.
But then comes along a day where it isn't about 'nine to five'... well to be fair, two days... The inevitable "Weekend". The two days we actually work for, for five whole days! Mostly i spend my "days" catching up with myself or friends or both but every once in a while, i have a date...
A date with a new culture, at a place beyond my work and chores. A date with me, in a new city... And I fall in love again with myself, with the new city, with the idea of having weekends. These few dates makes up for all the hours i spend in a train, at a cold desk, eyes glued to screen and ever predictable cafeteria lunches! These dates aren't about nine to five, though they could very well be about check-ins and check-outs or arrivals and departures, but yet they seem to de-stress you. Just about enough to make you crave for another in a couple of weeks' time.
Its not the buildings that call me despite being an architect. Its the city life, people gathering at a square, the families at a picnic, the school kids at a museum and youngsters at a pub. It is amazing how much one learns by just being a silent observer. Often I take along a book to a quaint little cafe on the streets and end up just looking at all that that surrounds me. The book lying on my table, untouched. There is a thrill a new place exudes. A sense of excitement with the intuitive caution just creeping in. And I continue my stroll along a canal, on the winding path, smiling away to myself as I hear the city unfolding its story in layers.
I hear a little whisper as i write. An itinerary drawing itself out as i let my mind wander...
a craving stronger than my need for coffee. A get-away from all the digital madness around me. I need to find new streets again to walk in the sun and get tanned. New histories to unravel and take in the rustic flavour of the museums. As my stomach growls, breathe in air full of different kinds of sweets and savouries awaiting to hit my taste buds. And with this i bid adieu as i head off to find me another date...
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