another day... another morning...

You just woke up, and the room is dark, dank and devoid of life. You don’t see a point in waking up, just yet.  
You wake up amidst a ruckus, the Radio plays a morning prayer, your mother calls from the kitchen for some intelligible favour, there is also this familiar smell of rasam wafting in.  You sneak a peep at the watch just behind the looming figure of your father; hardly 7:00 AM. NO!! you snuggle back inside the cover… No point waking up, just yet. 

You had left the office early yesterday, the work was getting to you and you had walked out in disgust. You don’t want to face another day, not so soon. 
"Appa!! go away!!. 5 mins. It is just 7 o’clock. School is at 8 30, it takes me just 15 minutes to get ready. Stop nagging me. Go read your paper" and with a naughty grin, appa goes : "No, I'm going to poke you until you get up". 
You skim through the newspaper; you don’t get time to read it in detail. You have no idea how your day is not able to accommodate something as mundane as reading a newspaper.

You are still groggy; you find your bearings slowly. You get ready, mechanically. No not really,  not mechanically. 'Mechanical' could indicate a certain degree of efficient execution. You forget your watch, go back and get it, misplace your keys, spend time sifting through the pile of laundry, checking the pockets for them. 
“Amma… I forgot to buy ‘India political’ map yesterday… shops won’t open till nine no? surea she will scold me.”  “Check whether the shop opposite has it”. “Ma!! That’s a general store, why would they have a map of India political”? ”Go check and come… what if they have?”. You don’t think so... you think your mom’s fool.
You are such a fool. You forgot your wallet on the way down. You trudge back upstairs to get it, all the while cursing yourself through every step on the flight of stairs... “What the hell man... seriously, can’t you remember your wallet? Do you forget to brush?” ya you do sometimes and realise it only when you shower… 
you take the flight of stairs, two at a time, “Amma you are a genius… they have it… not a ttk map… but something is better than nothing…”.“Seri Seri… time is already 8:15… hurry... eat up… why do you keep forgetting all your school stuff? Do you forget to watch cartoons daily?”

It is 09:15 you feel heavier now, you don’t want to leave the room yet again… should I really go? I will call in sick… I am not the only employee… the company won’t sink if I fail to punch in today. There are other people who are practically useless and we still manage to make profits.  
“Dei 8:30 hurry…”. “Ma it is 8:20… the watch is 10 mins fast” “it will be 8:30 by the time you are done with your breakfast”. “Where is Appa? Will he drop me?” “Yes he will, but you will still be late…”. “Ok ok... I’m done...” “dei don’t waste your food… eat everything…””karuvapala (curry leaves) sux”. “No, eat it”. “No”…. “Seri poi thola (get lost)”.”Appa go start it… I’m coming down”.

You start your bike… it is 9:30 am already, you are going to be late… you don’t care anymore. The wind blows through your hair and everything around you seems to slows down. You find yourself lost in the sea of humanity; lost to yourself and to your soul.
“Dei Appa is going very fast, he is touching 45… see?” you peek over your brother’s shoulder... “Appa super!!!” a bike overtakes you… you don’t care… this TVS champ just broke its previous land speed record”. “But, it’s late da…” “Ya... today we have common assembly, we will have to stand outside the gate”… “Cha sama bore...”

“Hey the boss called you…”. “Ok thanks”. you don’t think, you should go in, as yet… he’s doesn’t really deserve someone like you. You sit down; push a few files around on the desk, and there is a sense of Déjà vu, another morning, another day, another report to file by the End of day (without fail).  
“Dei, today’s Friday no?  PT period… yay!!”