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Yet another Monday! Yuckkkksss!! I don’t remember since when I have started hating Mondays, but I know very well that I can never like it. Never. Every time the sun smiles on Monday morning, I could hear it mock at me and say “Hei loser, Congratulations! You have successfully completed yet another week of failure. Hope you enjoy the disgusting week ahead.” Holy crap. Yes, I am a loser and losers do not have an option in life. They just rely on whatever falls their way and dreaming is a sin to them.

I always aspired to be a journalist. Writing was my passion. My dream. People used to say I will make a brilliant writer one day. They loved my stories & articles. I loved observing people around and weave my own stories from their lives. They used to say my words have the power to bring life even in stones. And so foolish of me to believe them. It was their flattery compliments that showed me the stupid dream. I wanted to write and let the whole world know what I have to say. I wanted to pursue Mass Media.

But, as destiny had already painted my disgraceful future, here I am today, standing at the wrong place, waiting to board a wrong bus, and get dumped to a wrong destination where I would sit and code $*** for peanuts in a toilet-spaced 3X3 cubicle, with a tag hanging around my neck. No different to the one around my dogs Alex and Maxee. What a deplorable life! Applause please! Saying so to myself I kicked a tiny invisible pebble on the ground, both the hands cuffed tightly inside the pocket.


Excuse me?– I said looking at the old lady, probably in her 50s, with a professional camera in hand whose click brought me out of the trance . She was in a red Tee that said “Life just got more colorful” and blue jeans.

I am sorry son, but couldn’t wait to get your permission to click. Your expression was classic and resembled the perfect persona of a “Frustrated Youth”. Hope you don’t mind it.

It’s ok.

Would you like to have a look at it?

It has come so good. Are you a photographer?

Yes. –She said beaming with pride and her eyes twinkling with happiness.
And today is my 1st day at work.

1st day? – I asked looking at her in shock.

Yes my child. It has been a long wait, but, hmmmΒ  no regrets.
Going to office?


You don’t like to talk much?

Hmm nothing like that….. I said slightly curving my lips.

Everything ok?

Yeah….. It’s fine. Can I see your camera?– I said changing the topic.

Oh Sure.

Lovely clicks. You like to capture emotions, don’t you?

Yup. I like to observe people and read their faces. – She winked and gave me an understanding look.

So, where are you joining today?

I have got an opportunity to click for “Youth of India” magazine.

Oh Congrats.
And…. where did you work before?

Well, this is my first job.-She said turning to me with a smile.

First job at this age? Any issues? Financial or something?

Oh no no. My husband is a VP in a MNC. I have a wonderful family. My only son is a Manager.

Oh woww…. Then, why do you need to go for work?

Well son, it’s not about job. It’s about photography. I always wanted to be a professional photographer, click for people. But being a girl my family wasn’t supportive enough and they got me married just after I completed my degree. Then family, husband, relationships, kids, responsibilities. You know, there was never any time to think about my own desires and thus the passion for photography has to cocoon itself to the four walls of my home.
But today, I have all the time in the world. I don’t need to worry for anything. And above all, now I can live the life I always wished.
Finally I am going to live my passion.– She said giving a smile that only years of experience can bring.
Oh, I didn’t even realize how time went. It was nice meeting you. And thanks for the click.

She waved her hands and moved ahead before I could even ask her name. Even at fifty plus she was beaming with happiness and moved almost taking 2 steps at a time. She seemed to be almost flying with happiness.

My bus arrived and as I boarded the bus, I had a smile on my face and hope in my eyes, to live my passion one day. I looked in the direction where she went, but she was lost in the crowd. I don’t know if I will ever meet her again, but I will always be thankful to her.

I think, from now I love Mondays.

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  1. Tinger
    March 6, 2011 at 1:12 am

    It’s come out wel!!! πŸ™‚
    Nice read!!! πŸ™‚

    //β€œLife just got more colorful”//
    Ahem!!! πŸ˜‰

  2. March 6, 2011 at 2:02 am

    Strong message, this. I am reminded of a story I read somewhere about a woman in her 80s who started going to college. And also of a lady in her 50s I met in the Blog-o-sphere who writes amazing story and aspires to be a writer. Good work – short and sweet.

  3. March 6, 2011 at 5:25 am

    the frustration has been described brilliantly… i have seen so many people in the same situation …
    loved the hope that kept lingering towards the end. mast post re πŸ™‚

  4. March 6, 2011 at 5:51 am

    Tarun….Thanks..Glad that you liked it πŸ™‚ And Thanks for the “one word” help πŸ˜€
    ////β€œLife just got more colorful”//Ahem!!!// πŸ˜› Nice na?

    The Fool(Karthik)……. Thanks πŸ™‚ And yup, even this was inspired by the frustration of a fellow colleague πŸ™‚

    Raji…. Same pinch….I get to talk to many people while interviewing them for the beans and 90% of them talk like losers :O They are so damn talented but have lost the confidence…. feel pity…

    Glad that you liked it πŸ™‚ I didn’t wanted it to become lengthy so jaada detail nai di πŸ™‚

    Thanks a lot πŸ™‚

  5. Someone is Special
    March 6, 2011 at 12:20 pm

    Strong Message and I loved the interview part a lot.. Smiles, mine is what most people feel in their heart but no one acts to achieve it, Change

    Someone is Special

  6. March 6, 2011 at 1:57 pm

    Hey Aradhana,

    Good story. This is my first time on your blog and I am loving it.

  7. March 6, 2011 at 1:57 pm

    Hey Aradhana,

    Good story. This is my first time on your blog and I am loving it.
    Good luck with the contest. hope you enjoy reading my post. Do visit my blog sometime

  8. March 6, 2011 at 2:26 pm

    hmmm yeah if we keep trying then one day we can achieve what we want to .. and get there …

    lovely story .. and I hope i too start to like mondays soon πŸ™‚

  9. March 6, 2011 at 5:18 pm

    Someone is special(Name?? )……. Glad that you liked it πŸ™‚ And read your entry… Nicely narrated…Liked the message πŸ™‚

    Muddasir…. Glad you liked my BLog though I know its pretty messed up πŸ˜› and read your entry….Very different and exceptional narration πŸ™‚ I cannot imagine what made you end it that way πŸ™‚

    Bikram…..Thanks a ton πŸ™‚ and I hope you start loving every day of your life πŸ˜€

  10. March 6, 2011 at 6:42 pm

    beautifully written..simple and lovely

  11. March 7, 2011 at 8:07 am

    first time to your blog and liked the post esp the inspirational effect of the post and life indeed got colorful… wish everyone had that kind of grit to follow their own dreams and as you narrated, most of us are doing what they would rather not and not doing what they would rather… kind of sad!

  12. March 7, 2011 at 2:24 pm

    nice! dats d story of over 50% people everywhere. caught up in a place ud rather nt even think of!
    felt a grt connect wid it πŸ™‚

  13. March 7, 2011 at 3:59 pm

    One can find inspiration at the most surprising places/people!

    nice post.

  14. March 7, 2011 at 5:48 pm

    Aashish…. //most of us are doing what they would rather not and not doing what they would rather…// hmmm only few lucky ones get to follow their dreams πŸ™‚ But it’s the hope that do not let the passion die πŸ™‚

    Thanks πŸ™‚

    Sadiya…. Fate you can say :)… But that is what LIFE is all about..having fun in every bit of it πŸ˜€
    Glad you liked it πŸ™‚

    Amropali…. Yup, you just need to observe πŸ™‚ Thanks a lot.

  15. srikanthkotapati
    March 8, 2011 at 4:46 am

    Good message

  16. March 8, 2011 at 10:03 am

    This is such a nice story.. very positive! And I read it on Women’s Day made is much more relevant to me (being a woman myself)! Glad that I read this story!

  17. March 8, 2011 at 10:34 am

    Very well written!….These are the people whom I call Unlikely Angels πŸ™‚
    We can draw inspiration from so many people we come across everyday, but fail to do so, being so absorbed in our routine lives….that we fail to observe n fail to live.

    But as u said ….”Life just got little more colourful!” πŸ™‚

    All the best for BAT!

  18. March 8, 2011 at 5:02 pm

    Srikanth… Thanks πŸ™‚

    Aativas….. Thanks a lot. Happy to know you liked it πŸ™‚

    Mayur….. Angels indeed…As they say…for everyone we come across there is a purpose πŸ˜‰

    Thanks a lot for the wishes and wish you too all d very best πŸ™‚

  19. Kshitij Khurana
    March 9, 2011 at 12:56 pm

    Hey. First time here.

    And to start things – I am not sure I agree with you on this. I think she was happy because she got her hobby as her job. I know you probably wanted to focus on ‘some people dont get to work’ and we crib about our job, but I think this lady was totally on another page.

    I’d say the meeting with her was good enough for me to have a nice day – but definitely not enough to change my perspective on Mondays. Or change the perspective of people like you and I who dont get our hobbies as our jobs.. or who dont enjoy their jobs.

    • March 9, 2011 at 4:09 pm

      Thanks for the honest feedback πŸ™‚

      I think some where it didn’t come to what I was trying to convey and thus the confusion. I never though it could be presumed that way. My bad.

      //I know you probably wanted to focus on β€˜some people dont get to work’ and we crib about our job// The focus wasn’t on unemployment rather on how people lose hope if things don’t turn to be their way and how let their hope and passion die under frustration. The story of lady was to encourage the dieing hope and say, it’s never late to live the passion you wish to πŸ™‚ .

      And “Monday” was just to express the frustration more effectively… cz for most of us LIFE begins on MONDAY only πŸ™‚

      //but definitely not enough to change my perspective on Mondays. Or change the perspective of people like you and I who dont get our hobbies as our jobs.. or who dont enjoy their jobs.// Well, at least that will revitalize my hopes to give another try to achieve my dreams πŸ™‚ Don’t you think so?

  20. March 13, 2011 at 12:36 pm

    We both hate Mondays…and I could so well relate to your post!


    • March 14, 2011 at 4:03 am

      Would have said “Same Pinch” had Monday been there in my hate list πŸ˜› …. Thanks a lot n All the best to u 2 πŸ™‚

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