As the aeroplane whizzed above, screeching its way through the clouds, I huffed an exasperating farrago of emotions. I mean, let me also join the elite herd.
A hammer banging against my head while I’m left with no choice to avoid.
A few seconds later, as the sound vanishes, sanity returns to the tiny lanes of Ejipura. And the dogs go back to enjoy their karaoke nights and the odd neighbour, who treats every night to be a Friday, doles out trans music. High on life.
The weekend’s almost there, mate.
Those few moments of irritation caused by the plane looming over is still difficult getting used to. Two years and counting.
After an entire day of working, all one craves is- Silence. Moments of silence. Before embarking on another day to spend in the enlightening company of spreadsheets and data.
But damn! that noise?!
I do realise my cribbing is akin to the first world rants. Still better than people who paid 75k to watch Justin Beiber lip sync. Right?
Of course, Aapke paise hain!
I do understand that a few moments of irritation isn’t something that deserves so much footage.
To clarify, we’re still talking about the aeroplane.
But yes, these moments that create ripples in our mood, if you closely analyse, last for very brief moments. The guy who wouldn’t stop honking on the road even when the red light is still on to those who won’t understand when they should stop talking, our day is filled with similar events. Irritating as they are, the still pass over.
But we get stuck there.
We carry on with our day with the baggage of those very moments. We love adding extra kilos to our luggage anyway.
Compartmentalising our mood and reactions can help make our day so much better.
Many of these incidents make me feel that we want to be in a bad mood. Agitated. Angry. Willing to take it out on the next possible opportunity. Like there’s a jar that we’ve promised to fill by end of the day.
Should we not wake up with a clean slate every Morning? But do we?
I cannot remember anyone waking up happy. Not me, for sure.
And this is so very sad!
As another plane passes away and gives me the same feeling of disgust. I wonder. Getting used to, huh?