I deeply believe that Monday blues aren't really a subset of the work component. Rather it's the ride/drive to work. The thought of driving on THE MONDAY morning, when just the day before the word 'hustle' didnt feature in anyone's dictionary, is pure 'torment'-ia.
T'was a regular Monday morning drive to work and obviously, I wasn't in my best frame of mind. To my only rescue, a friend was travelling with me too. So we stop at this traffic signal. A major Metro construction project for Blre is going on and the side-fields are suddenly populated with banjaras. I was looking to my left when out of nowehere two boys, with dripping noses and filthy clothes, stopped at the driver's side. One bewildered expression after the next, continues to stare in disbelief as they pull out a wooden clanker and in a monotone noise start "1-2-3..... lal dupatta ud gaya re tere hawa ke jhoke se, mujhko piya ne dekh liya hai re dhoke se...........".
I begged n begged n begged my friend to ask them to stop. The only reason I couldn't do it was because between laughing too hard, noiselessly and streaming tears rolling out of my eyes, the boys wouldn't have understood a thing.
Music does trigger a refreshing emotion.
