an avarage day

after eons i received a message with said good morning in so many words, loaded with hopes and wishes.
what does a good morning feel like? well they all feel the same really.. rushing to work half-asleep, blabbering about things done and undone the previous day, rush for snacks and emails to be answered., before you realise the morning is gone and it's now an average day. endless rounds of coffee and stolen (not kisses but) goodies from some cubicle to munch, work in between and all around, mails to read and mails to write, these are bad-sinful times .
it's difficult to judge good from bad..yeah we need our next messiah, maybe he could do some mailing and things will become peaceful once again.People will know their station in life once again, there won't be this mad rush to move up the ladder, there will be (not glass but) ceilings for everyone concerned and everyone will be happy. we want our shepherd to guide us to the (butchery?) holy destination. we want no war , we want love and faith to prevail.
yesterday i met some executives drawing plans for refurbishing their new workplace, with everything that should reflect class, being (rather unfortunately) in the know, to an extent, of how things stand for the enterprise, i couldn't help but admire the serene calm on their faces. I remembered the noblemen on titanic preferring to sink in dignity rather than debase themselves with lifeboats and ilk which promised them not much anyway, admittedly.here these are, the calm sheep led by a know-it-all shepherd, to somewhere at least
maybe i am mistaken here though, maybe the sheep have lost faith in shepherd but they don't want the first ones to cross the line, or they wait for alternative routes to open up till the heard breaks up, so many permutations and combinations before one must lose hope.
It's supposed to be an average day with a good morning so i guess gloom has had more than it's share. on a happier note, my elderly colleague decided to mend ways and be of some use at home during the weekend, and i of course decided to cut down on my alcohol quotient on weekend evenings, why wait for whole day anyway..
And of course WI finally showing some mettle after so many years of being the ruined castles-of-the-great-roman-empire ,primary and manufacturing sector in general picking themselves up from the dungeons of December etcetera.
someone said the spring won't be far away if this is autumn, i just recollected Sisyphus and decided to nod anyway. It's really difficult to get good mornings and good days really.
i blame it on the world and absolve myself for now, and quote this rather defeatist couplet from Sahir Ludhiyanvi
Hum ghamzada hain laayein kahan se khushi ke geet
denge wohi jo paayeinge is zindagi se hum.
(how may i recite the songs of happiness when all i get from this world is suffering)