Whether I had any good deed in my account of the day!

Another day was anxious to drop from the bowl of my life; breathing, rushing, panting, incessantly steering days and nights; with all the meaningless, useless and endless fatigues adorned in my eyes, and the layers of all the dusts of uncertain distances on my shoulder, I got up.

I was once again ready to begin the travel of life. Because of the power load shedding half of the night lapsed in opened eyes. Incomplete sleep in my eyes, and feeling dizzy, anyway I had to go to work and in prior, get to have work done on some files, which I was bringing home with the intention to see them in complete peace. I just have to start working on a file, I remembered that I have to deliver a lecture to the students of a college in a seminar to be held in the evening, but I had not done any preparation for that.  So I put the file away and try to collect some points for the lecture in to my mind but it was all blurred.  I found nothing.

The clock struck 7.30 (am), and I started getting ready for the office. I again remembered that I have to attend a meeting with the marketing staff.  On way to office I found myself stuck in traffic jam.  So I joined the meeting late. I was intimated by my secretary that I have to deliver a speech in a seminar so I went to attend the seminar. During the meeting I received a telephonic reminder from my wife that I have an appointment with the telephone department in respect of heavy excessive phone bill.  I phoned my assistant to go there on my behalf. When I returned from the seminar I was informed that one of my colleagues has died and I have to go to his funeral at about 2 pm. Intercom rang, my boss has called me. I went to his room and discussed some important matters.

Having finished with the boss I left for the funeral. There I received another reminding phone call from my wife that I have promised the kids to take them to their uncle’s home in children’s party.  On way from the funeral to the office I was again stuck up in the traffic jam due to some procession. My cell phone rang. One of the friends was on the line he was calling me to join a corner meeting with some friends to get line of action against the management’s decision of retrenchment of the employees.  So I went there.  During the discussion my wife once again phoned me not to forget children’s party.  I pleaded her to take the children and excused for my absence.  She understood, and agreed, but I felt the anger even on the phone though she didn’t say a single word. My cell phone again rang, now it was a TV channel producer and asking for my few seconds on the new book on “humanity” launched recently. I apologized for my inability of immediate availability for recording my views. The corner meeting ended by 12 midnight.

Returning to home I remembered that I had to buy some grocery for the home but I forgot. I also forgot that I have to bring the kids from their uncle’s house.  I remembered it when I saw the wide opened eyes of my wife when she opened the door for me.  I phoned my brother to drop the kids at home, which he accepted with a loud laugh.  When I fell on the bed I remembered I promised to write an article for a magazine. I took the pen and paper and tried to write but the headache made me put away the pen.  I laid down again on the bed and tried to sleep,  I heard from inside me someone asking me whether I had any good deed in my account of the day, I tried to recall all the events but there was nothing except that I happened to attend the funeral of one of my colleagues.  I felt myself like an empty deep dark well where there is nothing, not even a sound. I threw a look at the files on the tables and turned  the light off.