08 March 2024
On the auspicious occasion of Maha Shivratri, I found myself grappling with a relentless fever, the culmination of weeks spent in a whirlwind of activity, shuttling between cities, attending various functions, and juggling multiple responsibilities. Despite feeling drained and exhausted, the thought of idly sitting at home was unbearable, so I mustered what little energy I had and logged into my office work.
One of the tasks awaiting my attention was a long-neglected survey that had been pending for over a year. After wrestling with technical issues, I finally managed to release it, first as a non-anonymous survey and then converting it to an anonymous format, requiring plenty of deleting and re-uploading. Additionally, I had to ensure the timely transmission of crucial insurance data, a task that couldn't afford any delays. Amidst these pressing matters, I also found myself collaborating with my team on various miscellaneous tasks, addressing the "here and there" issues that inevitably crop up in any workplace.
As if the day wasn't already filled with enough significance, it also happened to be International Women's Day. While my office had planned some fun activities to celebrate the occasion, as a remote worker, my participation was limited. Nevertheless, I contributed by suggesting ideas for games and initiatives to honor the day's theme.
To cap off the workday, I hosted the New Employee Orientation, relishing the opportunity to connect with and welcome new members of the team. However, amidst the professional responsibilities and celebrations, frustrations began to simmer for some reason. I got triggered. Although trigger was somewhat manageable, I am sure it will stay in my head for a while.
Yet, amidst the hustle and bustle of work and the frustrations of the day, the spiritual significance of Shivratri beckoned. Traditionally, devotees stay awake throughout the night, keeping their spines erect in reverence to Lord Shiva. However, my weakened state compelled me to forego this tradition. Instead, as I lay awake, a wave of nostalgia swept over me, transporting me back to simpler times. Memories flooded my mind, evoking images of the carefree days of childhood, where life's problems seemed more manageable with a big bunch of people around to solve them. Or atleast of those time that were shown in our serials and cartoons. A village, a lake, a mountain, farms, animals, few people, some kids and lots of fun. May be it was the night time that was making me cherish these small things of good old days.
In this moment of reflection, a familiar tune echoed in my mind—the title song of a beloved TV serial named 'Vadalvaat'. Its melodic strains carried me back to a time when life was uncomplicated, and joy could be found in the simplest of pleasures.
Tonight, as I drift into slumber, I hold onto the echoes of those good old days, finding solace in the memories and the promise of a simpler tomorrow.
Glad it's weekend tomorrow!