A DAY LIKE TODAY

Some days seem like a crawl.Every inch seems to be an effort at maintaining your cool. You are afraid that each movement forward on this mine ridden land might either blow you up or take you a step towards the wrong direction... towards another mine. A part of me feels like maybe the best thing to happen is to get blown off.Atleast I dont have to be careful.
I want to tear away the feeling of irritation from my brain. Just pluck it out and hide it where even I wont be able to find it. But it will persist, stubborn and unbeatable unless it decides to just slip away without myself noticing it. Fooling me again. Maybe it is justified for occupying the position it has.After all, it isnt its fault that everything that was happpening in my day turned sour.The events of my day invited the irritation in and how can it not come where it is called.The thing about irritation is that not much needs to happen for it to appear....
A movie that youve been waiting for days to watch got deleted. You cleared up a little spare time to watch it and uv set up the speakers and propped up the laptop on a pile of pillows so that u dont have to strain your neck watching your long awaited movie!Only to find out no amount of running searches MY COMPUTER yields what you were looking for.
youve been waiting the whole day to get out of office cos ur so sick of seeing the yellow cubicles and ur dirty keyboard. At 5 you get enough work to last the night. You still hold on and race through it click the last bloody click for the day at 8 and sigh in relief and look at your cab mate.Hes drowning in his own work and you realise that youll have to wait "just a sec" which lasts for another hour.Im hanging in there... I search for my bright artificial understanding smile and wearily put it on. Raining outside.Hosur road clogged and rumours of people dying of claustrophobia. The jealous ones who are still working try to discourage us by telling tales of how people made it from the company gate to the Electronic city gate in WONLY 45 minutes."We're planning to leave at 12!(SNICKER SNICKER SNORT SNORT)You better stay back with us!" Haha, I laugh along. Theyre patting their backs for the joke they cracked.If they ever cracked a real one, theyd never understand it Im sure.
I wannnna go hooooome!I feel like throwing a tantrum.Before I just break my restraint and actually get into it, D gets up and we're off to the cab. The cab guy has gone for dinner!Ofcourse!Only now I seem to get the hang of how the rest of the night is going to be!Late flickers of enlightenment.
TVs got nothing on. The movie is deleted. Roomies fighting with phone friends. Radios got metallic bullshit playing and no one online wants to talk to you. You just paid a staggering phone bill the day before so youre not too deperate to throw away more of your HARD EARNED money on friends who dont call you back.The chocolate sauce that looked very tempting becomes hard before you can lick it.
The day was bad. I got to catch the sleep thats sitting somewhere around, hiding , mocking me. Some kind of kick!
There was one pleasant thing that happened today though....
In the cab I was trying to amuse myself by making patterns on the fog covered windows.Every drawing seemed to get enhanced when the drops of water trickled down the window. Im an artist!I can draw flowers and mountains and hearts and snowmen and tall trees with birds!I wait for a few minutes and the window slate gets cleared again for me to draw more. The ride felt like a discovery. I bet the colleague in the cab thought I was a retard though!