After snoozing the nice alarm many times until it becomes really annoying I realize that I have to wake up , Now I remembered who I really am... Another working class hero, A little better than being another lonely broken one.
Up I sit and hear a squeak from the bed that will be abandoned soon, off for the daily morning routine, opening the bathroom's door signed by the long squeak, followed by other short discrete squeaks while opening the tap after I realized that I'm so sleepy that my eyes are squeaking.Dressed and ready to conquer or found a way to convince myself so, I go out and press the elevator button to hear the elevator squeaking its way up with a slight jingling sound ... wishing it's Santa coming to rescue.
A taxi ride with no conversation takes place on the way, where me and the cab driver make a mutual agreement to act as if whatever that's running on the radio is more important than any other thing we might ever discuss.
A working day has begun, most of people aren't here yet, I turn on my computer and hear the far away beep of the monitor, prepare my morning coffee and do whatever it is they pay me to do!, I have today and today only to show them what I am made of ...the old mouse squeaks during the process as if it is a living mouse screaming for help.
Now its break time, I head with some friends to the nearby mini market, and then to the nearby garden bench.
Some strangers are sitting close to us, or are we the strangers?!, We talk about the same things we talked about yesterday and will talk about tomorrow... discussions based on broken dreams and the remaining high hopes, the garden bench squeaks us goodbye when the break time ends and we head back to work.
Work is over,
I go home by bus, Taxi, Walking or I get a ride... it doesn't matter I just wanna be there, back to the welcome squeaks of the elevator and the discrete squeaks of the tap ... A daily phone call takes place, providing spiritual comfort, I go to bed, try to change the world in the dark jungles of my mind, and I hear a welcome back Squeak from my bed ... who am I?!!
A taxi ride with no conversation takes place on the way, where me and the cab driver make a mutual agreement to act as if whatever that's running on the radio is more important than any other thing we might ever discuss.
A working day has begun, most of people aren't here yet, I turn on my computer and hear the far away beep of the monitor, prepare my morning coffee and do whatever it is they pay me to do!, I have today and today only to show them what I am made of ...the old mouse squeaks during the process as if it is a living mouse screaming for help.
Now its break time, I head with some friends to the nearby mini market, and then to the nearby garden bench.
Some strangers are sitting close to us, or are we the strangers?!, We talk about the same things we talked about yesterday and will talk about tomorrow... discussions based on broken dreams and the remaining high hopes, the garden bench squeaks us goodbye when the break time ends and we head back to work.
Work is over,
I go home by bus, Taxi, Walking or I get a ride... it doesn't matter I just wanna be there, back to the welcome squeaks of the elevator and the discrete squeaks of the tap ... A daily phone call takes place, providing spiritual comfort, I go to bed, try to change the world in the dark jungles of my mind, and I hear a welcome back Squeak from my bed ... who am I?!!The End
One fine piece..
ReplyDeleteDon't feel gloomy.. We all have this lame daily routine but with some differences from one to another..
About the question in the last line.. No one can answer it except you.. You have to figure the answer out in order to break that daily routine and to start doing things that you really like and enjoy..
wow Adi am in love with this post, a very creative description of your daily life! i felt like reading some lines from a bestseller!
ReplyDeleteBtw am sure that one day a part of you will miss those squeaky sounds :)
Wow! You've done a great job of describing the day-to-day grind.
ReplyDeleteI know some days it feels like it's never gonna change. Then Friday night comes and I realize it's all going to be OKAY!
bravo.. you made me hear my squeaking smile while reading your post.. great job buddy.
ReplyDeletewho are you? a slave to the system like a lot of people. a system that forces you do live through your dreams at night and makes you believe you are a machine that must be running during the day.
Oh you've just summarized everyone's average day! Loved it.. as for the question, I can't answer that!
ReplyDeleteThis is a great post Adi. You really did capture the horrors of routine! You actually reminded me of a cartoon I used to watch when I was little. Encouraged by your post, I posted the cartoon on my blog so check it out (entitled RHAPSODY IN BLUE). Thank you for reminding me of it. I think that while watching it, you will find so many elements of your story embodied in one of the characters!
ReplyDelete@Rula :: Thanks alot, what I actually meany by the question is that I'm asleep now! :)
ReplyDelete@Rima :: Glad you liked it and I hope so
@Kathryn :: Long time no hear :)
@Rami :: ur comment made me smile as well :)
@KJ:: Thanks mate, glad u liked it :)
@Lina: Thank you, I'll go see it now :)