After a long day at work, he made his way back home. Soon after entering the living room, he went directly to the calendar hanging nearby. Took a marker and struck off the date with frantic emotion. Once done, he reclined on the couch and relaxed. His mom was watching this everyday and she asked, "Why do you strike off the day even before 24 hours has gone past? Isn't it still the same date?" He turned and smiled...
He kept smiling. His mom ignored and left. He kept looking the calendar and kept telling him, "It is already a new day. Still few more days for weekend. Still few more weeks for the month to end. Still few more months for the year to end". Yet, he had no reason for doing it. But, he derived so much pleasure to do this the moment he returned from work.
The next day, he returned from work and was about to strike off the date. He called his Mom and said, "Phew! Yet, another day is gone. Still 2 more days and i will get 2 days of leave to rest. 3 more weeks and it's Pay day!" He exclaimed with so much energy and struck off the date. His Mom smiled wryly and went ahead with dinner. He asked himself, "Huh! What is this life? Where am i heading towards?"
He repeated the same thing everyday and followed it ardently. Be it a good day, bad day, dull day, boring day, lovely day, whatever it maybe, according to him, striking off the date even before the day had actually completed the 24 hours gave him some untold pleasure. At times, he wondered where life is headed and at times, he wondered if he is writing off Life so fast to reach the end.
Mixed with emotions every time he struck off dates from the calendar, ultimately, according to him, once he returned from work, the day is past although he had hours to pass by and a whole night to sleep through to actually reach the next day. As they say, anything for 21 days and it becomes a habit; He had been doing this not just for 21 days but, it has already been 21 weeks or more. The count for the same, known to no one except the calendar that faces writing off of dates every evening.
This daily rush, he thought, is such a waste of time. The rat race, they said. Rats never ran so frantically without taking breaks. Is this killing of time just for the sake of earning the monthly pay? Is this striking of dates just to reach the end faster? Is it all worth running so frantically resulting in deriving profitability to a venture run by some ugly, fat or lean entrepreneur? Is it all for the pay cheque? Has the fate been written in such a way that writing off dates is what he is roaming the surface for?
Always quizzed by his inner mind, he sat back on a windy evening. He saw the calendar sheets flying up and down. He kept looking at them. He got reminded of how he never wanted days to end once upon a time and now, how he is the first person to run to the calendar to just kill it before time. He had a movie of memories beautifully linked to recall his tragedies, which, if portrayed as a real movie would win many a oscar. He cleared them off from his vision and regained his senses.
It was time. The calendar date had to be written off. He got to his feet and walked straight to the calendar and performed the routine. This time, he told himself, "This daily rush is to know the tomorrow faster than anyone else, a sign to get ahead in the race and to reach the epitome of happiness with my love; to elevate to the heavens and still be alive to reach there; to keep striking off the present, for the future is always the dreamer's paradise, for, it holds the unknown with infinite suspense and thrill fuelling the adventurous Life ahead; everything about the future being 'ahead' and nothing 'behind' like the past or 'stagnant' like the present; with utmost scope for a better tomorrow, to break free from the clutches of this monotonous routine, to Live and not to just run to highlight the fact that i 'exist'; to materialise the dreams from the dreamer's paradise, to open a whole new world anchoring the empire's stronghold for the times to come"- rPhoenix...