While the sun rises on Monday..........

Greetings to one and all.............

Life is not enough to live, nor you have anything to give.
Some complaints some sorry, this is what happens in every story.
But no one cared to see what they got, as the grass is always green on the other block.
This is what happens from Monday to Sunday, week over week and day over day.

The 'Dreaded' Monday Morning
Fear rests over fun on every sunday morning for all the mails piled in the mailbox and the bugs itching my balding head.

zindagi ne zindagi bhar gham diye
Monday par Monday de diye
zhakhm par namak lagane ke liye
teen din aur de diye

Tuesday
Only one day over, 3 more to go 4 fun.

This is a day for snoring
Phir, life ban gaye more boring
har din timesheet entry
life mein ladkiyon ke "No entry"

hum hamesha canteen mein
humari nazhar kisi aur pe
chai par chai hum piye jaaye
dil hum kisi aur ko diye jaaye

Wednesday
Neither here nor there, its all confusion everywhere.

The mails start to pile
Woh ban gaye life style
Movies ke liye time nahi
Apno se matlab nahi

na idhar na udhar
kaise rahe be-fikar
na pure na natural
even the canteen caterer

Thursday
The last day of the long wait.

Onsite calls karne hain today
humare halaat ho gaye hain bure
life mein sare ke sare
chances, waste ho gaye hamare

idhar udhar confusion
kya kare for this tension
file karenge 4 tax exemption
kitna milega mujhe pension

The Friday Night
The sun has stooped over the afternoon and weighed down to rest on the west. It is today when the lost hope wakes in every party animal. The hope of gaining every inch that have been lost in five days in many ways. Today all the mail 'demons' will be put to rest and high spirits will be put to test.

night ho toh friday jaise
enjoy karo till last paise
ho sharab ki pure bottle
enjoy always in full throttle

nashe ke utaar chadav mein
enjoy karthe hain hum sahi
kisi girlfriend ke bahon mein
rehene ki tamanna rakhte hai kabhi

Saturday
I rest today, Monday is just one day away. Do all your house chore, to make you all sore.

go around paying my bills
gulping my hyper-tension pills
no more cheap thrills
maybe a ride to nandhi hills

This what Sunday is all about
Its a holy day, makes you rest your way.

waste time on the tv
nahi tho, honi chahiye biwi
no mails no calls
maximum, a visit to the malls

Disclaimer:Everything mentioned in this article is relative to only the IT industry. Any resemblance of the narration to your personal opinions are just coincidental as you are not the only person who has the same opinion.