Good Morning...

Every morning, when the sun rises to promise you one more amazing day in your life, you wake up and start thinking. Your mind gives you a hell lot of haywire thoughts, which completely leave you, in a perfectly managed, chaos. The day has started. Is it the most perfect starting or is it the worst one. To be very specific about what kind of start it was, or, is; is just one simple word, confused.

The morning may be a hangover of the last night, when after a lot of drinks, you had embarrassed yourself with something that you are not able to recall. Your hand straight away goes to your BB to look for, who has done what in the whole night and where has the whole world reached when you were asleep. Your eyes which have not at all been able to relax, start to see the whole home screen of the BB filled with a lot of small icons, telling you, good morning, you are left quite behind in the big rat race. Suddenly all your attention goes to the small numbers ticking in your phone that always bothers you, we all know it as, time, and you are late.

Throwing the phone aside, you spring up from your bed in a big hurry to compensate for the extra sleep you took. Your brain is very well at work imagining all that is going to happen in the whole day. The faces and taunts of all the colleagues are hovering, in your kind of sleepy, head. You are not able to get a hold of your thoughts when suddenly you get a message from the team lead, client meeting at 11:00, the presentation is with you, update it. It’s like, all the alarm clocks in the world ringing together, to wake you up.

You are ready for office but, have to leave your breakfast as you are late and hell confused with all the thoughts going on in your head. Suddenly a bell rings in your mind, your car is broke and you have to take a bus for office. You start thinking about what should be the language of your message to tell your boss in a very polite and humble manner that you are going to be, late.

During all the hustle-bustle, your girl is up and is bombing you with all the cute and happy, good morning messages, which at this moment are bothering you like hell. But since it is your BBM, she knows that you have read them, so you have to reply or your day would become even worse. The brain is continuously busy in bombarding you with all the thoughts that u don’t need. You are regularly thinking about whether you are wasting your life in this idiotic organisation or the guy with whom, you had a big ego clash in college is doing better than you, you are comparing your life with all the lives in the world that you think are going on well, when you don’t have the least idea about any of them.

You are hell irritated and tired of all the thinking, you want to have a holiday for a whole week. Suddenly, you see the bus ready to leave, you take a sprint and get into it, u see an empty seat beside the window, you instantly sit. Tired and irritated, you realize, the day has not started yet, and you are there in this bus with all the thoughts of the world, to fight the whole day for yourself, all alone. There is just one small, tiny thing that I want to tell you, Good morning.....