A Usual Monday Morning.

Yeah,it was a usual monday morning.Getting up at 7:45 A.M only to find that you cant go back to sleep but have to get ready and go to work is not a happy thought any day but after two days of fun and laziness,it is even more not so.Anyways,I got up and got ready to discover that it is a usual rainy bangalore weather outside and that perked me up a bit.Normally,most people find this weather gloomy and some romantic and that makes them not so enthused abt going to work.But I like this weather no matter what I'm supposed to be doing.And the thought that the weather outside is beautiful,calm and yeah gloomy and romantic too makes me feel good.
So,anyways,apart from that,it was a pretty regular Monday morning.After breakfast,went to the bus stop waiting for (non-crowded) bus to come.The bus I got today was fairly non-crowded.But I had to stand nevertheless.Have u ever noticed that when u r standing in a bus,you see the people sitting on the seats as merely some undeserving statues occupying the seat you shud be in.And only when u become one of those statues yourself,do u think of people around you as human beings with flesh,blood and feelings.Well,atleast thats how it goes with me.So,finally i got a seat and started observing people around me.
My entire stay in the bus after that was taken up in observing a woman sitting right opposite to me.This woman had a very haggard appearence.Her clothes weren't exactly rags but were on the verge of being so.She was carrying a small kid in her arms.And her another kid(a boy)was standing next to her holding her for support.He was playing with this smaller kid(i have a feeling it was a girl child) and seemed happy doing that.I don't know if the fact that even his clothes were near-rags and he,like his mother, was barefooted bothered him.I wondered if the fact bothered her.I wondered if she had seen many hardships in life(I guess she must have and must be struggling even now) and i wondered if this hard life had taken its toll on her.I saw her look at the boy with a love which only a mother can feel for her children.And I knew that atleast it had not taken its toll on her love for her children. Then,i saw her "mangalsutra" and I wondered if she had a happy family.If her husband was a loving husband who tried his best to run the family and educate his kids or if he came home drunk,beat up his wife and kids.I hoped it was the former.She somehow looked around my age.I dont know if it was because she was thin and looked starved.I wondered if she begged for herself and her kids.I desparately hoped that was not the case.Because I dont have much sympathy for beggars.At moments like these,I feel grateful and dwarfed at the same time.I feel grateful to God and to the circumstances which have been fairly generous with me so far.I feel dwarfed because of the fact that I never appreciate this fact.My expectations remain unsatiated.I feel guilty even of the fact that i was a trifle sad that it was a Monday morning and I had to work when she did not have any such respite as I had in a weekend.Hers was a much harder Monday morning and every day of her life is a Monday morning.I just hope that on one such Monday morning,she and her kids have clothes that are not torn and have shoes for their feet.Amen!