ROBOT.

2010-The Reality.
I wake up at 7 am and go to play Tennis for 2 hours daily. I consume 3 liters of BMC water and half a liter of Gatorade in the mornings. I come home, tired and have my milk-muesli -dry fruit breakfast.
I shit, shave and shower.
I head for my rounds at around 11am, I do my opd from 1-4pm and come home. I have a non interesting reheated lunch. The food just goes in without me savouring any taste.
I sleep for an hour amidst phone calls, somehow.
I wake up, shower and head for the evening rounds and opd. I reach home late at mid night and have a reheated dinner. My half awake wife gives me company during dinner. She yawns, I chew and swallow the once appetising,morsels.
I see movies in the night or write a blog depending on my mood.
I sleep off at 1am amidst disturbing phone calls, all through out the night.
I wake up again at 7am and head for the Tennis court.
Sundays are stereotypically lighter as there is no opd business.
I take my willing family out, for a dinner on Sundays.
Festivals do not interest me, neither do the weddings of relatives and friends. My presence and attendance in such frivolous activities are dealt with raised eyebrows. My absence has been long taken for granted. I never mind this thought.
I hardly recollect the last time when I saw a movie in a theatre.My family sees them without me.
I am hardly at home so I have never seen my neighbours. My building members know me by name but I do not know them.
I have never attended my child's parent teacher interaction meeting. She has been forced into thinking that it is a maternal job.
I do not get emotionally affected by my patient's woes and cries as I have been experiencing them for the last decade. I do the assigned job of treating them with a stoic non expressive manner.
I never laugh or cry. My face is like a mask.
Nothing moves me.
Nothing excites me.
Everything is pre ordained and mechanical.
I have been robbed of my emotions.
I live my life day in and day out, on the whim of the ticking clock.
Am I becoming a Robot?

2050AD- A Dream.
The Robots had come to rule our lives, The machines had overpowered the human beings. They would just extract the soul of the human and transplant it in the assembly line of Robots. My soul was in a Robot too. He was named 25091972, my birth date obviously.
He was a different Robot though,
He showed emotions.
My suppressed soul during my human existence was finally aware about life and the pleasures it offered.
I woke up smiling, from my slumber.
At least, I would live a life in my after life.