Why you must not have Monday Blues

Almost every Sunday night, I see a meme or a post about Monday coming up, I mean thank you for the giving me a heads-up on the obvious. Pfff, I didn’t know Monday’s followed Sunday! This fear or anxiety of facing a Monday is called widely called as Monday Blues. Monday blues are caused because of anticipating bad things that might happen in the coming week. For this, I would like to offer you a few odd reasons why you should not have Monday blues and must go to getup and get going.

First of all, it pays for your food. You get to eat that seemingly Good looking Italian food that tastes crappy. How are you going to post delicious looking Pictures of that single scoop ice-cream on Instagram with the hashtags, #Foodie, #IceCream, #FoodLove etc? How are you going to transcend from Ai, Phoneu! To iPhone? Because iPhones are the chill yo. If not for your phones how are you going to take selfies in bathrooms with your brush and paste in the frame? What about photos with new dresses that you sneak during purchases but forget the hashtag #TrailRoom? Jobs are important.

If you don’t get up on a Monday, how are you going to get to escape the nose numbing smell from your rented room bathroom which your roommate forgot to wash this weekend(it was his turn), If you have a job you get to pee in well maintained bathrooms! They even have scented Tissues, Yaaii! Do you think you can say, ”Ola cab da”, or “Uberpool machi” after you miss the bus deliberately, if not for the monthly pay?. You won’t be able to post an expert-critic-movie-buff review on the weekly cinema releases, don’t forget the popcorn in which we alpama add the cheese powder!

Can you buy that bike which makes more noise pollution than air pollution? Take photos with tag #RE #DreamBike and all? I don’t think so, because Achcham Enbathu Madamiyada, Dei poda. You can pay for your high-speed broadband over which you watch cute dog and cat videos and other videos that your parents specifically asked you not to watch. If not for salary, how would you afford that data pack through which you browse the newsfeed of your crush and install WhatsApp to get blocked by them?

How else can you feed your high-end indulgences like photography, Gaming, outings, drinking, weed etc? Bro, you need to get up on a Monday morning to go to a Friday evening paarrtaayyy! , think. You can’t flaunt those Jithu Jilladi Kannadi, umbrella dress, oorla-naalu-maadu-Sethu-Pochu colour pants that don’t sit in your hips, pre shedded jeans and the random quote tees that accentuate your beer belly. Or the gym payments you can make to reduce that belly fat. Get up because your dad will start calling you useless-rice, wasteland, thick-cow, ox-cow and you have to rummage all the dappas in kitchen. Job, because the pakkathu veetu aunties and uncles will ask come for panjayathu. Do go to work or get used to watching daily serials with paati and amma, after a point you will be saying “Ithu anniyar oda vela than”. If not for this work, remember, marriage no, matter no, children no. Yosinga…

Well, if you can’t get up after this. Then get up because your appa amma will pour water on you or might switch off your fan. At least go sleep in another place.

If you think you can’t get up on a Monday morning for all these, then get up for YOURSELF.

Get up because your Passion is waiting.

Also, get up because, YOLO.

#GuiltyAsCharged.

The call

Year 2005.
I have already gone 5 dates with her, she is one of the best people I’ve ever known. I thank my colleague Amitha for introducing me to her best friend. On Jan 2, after the 6th date on New year’s eve and the 1st kiss, she had to move to California for her company had sent her as part of trainee crew for the new branch. She would stay there for 3 months. With California now becoming one of the important cities of technological advancement in USA, she wanted me to buy one of those camera things to do a video call of some sort. Yes, we had developed a liking towards each other and we wanted this to carry on. They had given her a Personal computer which had internet connection of 512 kbps. I was a painter by profession and I was living with my roommate Aadi.
Our relationship was growing day by day and I was going to propose marriage in august, on her birthday. During one of our calls a weird thing happened, Midway through the call, her audio would get muted and I would hear scraping sounds as if someone had dragged their dead leg across the floor. I understood she was talking but I could not make out what she was talking. This carried on for a few calls and I was too anxious and lost in her beauty to make a big deal out of it. Day by day she appeared tired told me that her work was exhausting. She began to miss calls with me. I understood it and gave her space.
Suddenly one day she didn’t come online, I called her up and no one picked up. I thought maybe she was busy or must’ve had some other work. But she did not appear for more than a week straight. Panicking, I asked Amitha but she didn’t want to meet me for some reason and kept ignoring me. As much as I wanted to visit her, I lacked the money to do so. I began to have nightmares about her where her voice was substituted by the creepy noise. I realized that her memories were haunting me and would spoil me if I let this happen. After trying hard to get over her I moved to a separate house and managed to push on every day. Suddenly after almost a year, she called my one day on the skype thing and asked me why I didn’t come yesterday. I was confused. I tried to explain her that she was the one who didn’t come online for a year and how I was broken, missing her. She kept on ignoring what I said and insisted that I didn’t like her enough. She kept on talking the same thing about how I had forgotten her. Then her voice suddenly was muted.
Then, I saw something that made me panic. There was someone behind her, black silhouette with red eyes standing behind her. I told her that she has someone standing behind her back and but she reacted as If I was muted. A chill creeped down my spine and I had goosebumps. I tried calling her and I would her the scraping noise in the call. That figure was holding a stool primed ready to hit her. Things were floating around her. It was looking straight at me and smiled. It was the most terrifying smile I have ever seen, those red teeth spooked me right out of my skin.
Her voice came back again but she seemed unaware of the things happening around her, She kept on screaming my name for some reason. I shouted at the top of my voice that someone was in her place, but she didn’t seem to understand or her what I said, I just heard echoes of my voice and nothing else. And again her voice was muted, but this time there was a difference. She was pointing something to me. It was as if she wanted me to look back, I did.
There was nothing there. She then stood up and began jumping frantically, crying. I didn’t understand why. The black figure was standing beside her and smiling creepily with its red teeth. It slowly began to approach the screen, inch by inch. It walked towards the screen until the screen was black. I was scared shitless. After a blink. It was standing behind her and had knife to her neck. She stood there crying as if she was had failed to help me somehow. I tried calling her and I jammed my fingers to the keyboard but to no use. The dark figure slowly began to slice the neck. As I fainted to the floor I heard metal clanging and a pool of blood soaked me.
As Aadi explained my death to the police and how I would often talk to myself at the mirror, Amitha, was crying over her best friend’s 1st death anniversary, unaware of my death.
The mirror painting of her face stood where my computer used to be. The painting cracked a smile, with red teeth.

I don’t know

What is wrong oh dear one?”, he raised his brows to the little one,

I don’t know”, she cried, her little palms closed like a ball over her pink facemask, tears rolled,

Quizzed by her sudden breakdown, the masked man shouted and called,

Who goes there?”, Silence, earsplitting silence.

Who goes there?”, leaves rustled and winds whooshed startling the girl,

Adjusting his white mask, He changed his stance, whence none would stand a chance,

An arrow whizzed past his ear, sowing instant fear, he pulled the girl near,

Fight Like a man! Come face me! Raise-“ a metal tip bore his shoulder,

Three more arrows punctured his back, he was the king, they called him the Boulder,

Bolder than ever, “Cowardice runs in Weapon! Shed the shadows and face me!

Wielding his shield over the lassie, He swung his longsword through the shadows.

Blood splattered and the darkness dissolved, Cupid was there, his abdomen bleeding,

Raising his longbow, Cupid aimed at the white mask and shot, “Hahahaha” he snorted.

The tip of the sword split the arrow into two, the white mask was beaming,

…ove!” she blurted, “What is wrong oh dear one?” he asked, wanting things sorted.

Before another cupid could draw, he struck fast and hard, but cupid jumped, smiling.

Puzzled by the grin, he tried to pick her up dropping his guard, a blade pierced his back,

His heart bled, turning back he saw a red mask face to face, “Love?” he looked at her.

Nodding her head, he kissed her lifting her gently, “Love?” he repeated.

as Red moved from the path, and the last arrow punctured his chest, and obviously, the heart.

Taking off her mask, white kissed her forehead and set her down, “What’s wrong oh dear one?”,

Between the sobs she answered, “I don’t know”. Smiling, he fell down with a “thud”.

Beneath the white mask, Mind took his last breath, in his hands were heart’s pink mask,

Rationale, hidden, stood meekly witnessing mind fall down and heart’s abduction by love.