It is yet another start to the long awaited week!

Monday is certainly not the day

most of us like to rejoice and feel proud about or is it really the otherwise? For
most of the service clad population of India, monday blues is a common
attribute. Atleast I certainly experience such blues on a regular frequency, if
you call 4 times a month as regular!! So what is it that people are scared and at
the same time so rigidly obscure about daily routine? I tried to find the answer
while on my way to the most sacred place on earth on this sunday morning,
yes indeed I am speaking about the work place

if you are still wondering

where this sacred place might just be located.

I wake up a good hour before the normal timing as that = weekend. No, this is
a sub-conscious phenomenon which needs a bit of research from the scientistz
sitting in various reputed Universities all around the globe especially that of
USA. The physical act of cleaning up and getting ready neat and tidy is almost
a cake walk and need not require much attention to the working senses. About
an hour into the most desired work in the morning, I am ready and willing to
take on the mission immpossible! Yes without any queries and adjustment. I
know that I am beating around the bush but these three thoughts specifically
mired while I was working on the most desired work this morning at home.
To become an entrepreneur and to find the meaning of life, it is of utmost
importance to substantiate your argument upon;
1. Do something which is a purpose resolutionary.
2. The incubatory idea is of your interest.
3. Patience, resilience, determination and attitude.
I commence the voyage with a bit of determination and a little patience to
reach the sacred place on this monday morning! Zoom past a couple of
vehicles and I am awe struck. It is not just me who is out with a ton full of
determination!! Like the army of ants on a job to complete, folks of individuals
are on their trip to address the defined goals . Each trying to be better than the

rest. Each wanting to become the ruler of this kingdom. Each of them a
reflection of their character and absolute wisdom.
In between the unfolding of this whole saga, an old gentleman, probably a war
veteran or a freedom fighter or might even be a casual citizen of democratic
India tries to cross the carriage way. No, he knows his rules of traffic good and
he waits all the way up untill the red signal to walk along the zebra crossing
turns green. As he painstakingly moves to cross the 100 feet carriage way,
honks start thundering. Insane people wanting to grab a piece upfront the race
to hell. What is wrong with all these people? Do these individuals have a sense
called common obligation. I guess all are the masters of their fate. As the old
gentleman crossed in horror I was left detached with this crazy breed of
maniacs.
I march slowly, steadily towards the sacred place with the thoughts lost along
the small narrow alleys of the small town where I was born and grown up by my
mother. I wondered then, how manipulative we Indians can be. What kind of
quick learner we all garnered in ourself. I would like to get the stats right before
talking, however, it is evident that India certainly didnt have so many vehicles
back during the 1990s and 1980s. Obviously, the count on no. of drivers would
have also been near to that of the vehicles plying on road! How did so many
people learn to even draw a line of distinction between the road and the
adjacent zooming vehicles within such a short span of time? It is not to do with
the process of learning. It is actually something which is inherent in the blood of
we Indians, a class of civilization so ambitious and self motivated.
Ohh before concluding, I reached office half hour prior to the prescribed
timing!! All because I was getting bugged at home during the weekend!
Certainly it is the routine which has scored the home run in my case!!