The curious case of Monday- Part 6

* This is the final part of the 'The curious case of Monday'. To understand the story, start from the part-1.

 

The last warning

God had almost lost His confidence in humans to solve the Monday crisis. He decided to give them a last chance. This time He sent emails to all nations and along with the chiefs of their respective bureaucracies.

When they received an email from God, there was a state of confusion. However, most of them were aware of the prior email the UN had received, which added to their strain.

The wise old man 

 

One of the senior-most member of a bureaucracy had read tales of the wise old man. If you are in the habit of reading since your childhood and have read older folktales, you might have come across the character, a wise, old man. It could have been a wise, old woman, the gender not being the important factor. This wise old man lives in a hut near the outskirts of a remote village. The village can be a village in any country. In the golden past, almost every village possessed one.

Alas, the modern times boast of the scarcity of the character. There are still old men/women, but the prefix wise was lost during the process of evolution some time after the loss of the tail. However, the senior bureaucrat didn’t give up hope. He searched far and wide, and found a wise old man in one of the less developed villages.

The solution 

 

The man, true to his character, lived in a small hut. His wrinkled face resembled an orange peel, and he carried a walking stick. He seldom talked but whenever he talked, his words dripped wisdom. His coughing bouts must serve as an exercise to his brain.

The bureaucrat presented him with the Monday crisis. 

“This is your great crisis, eh?” He laughed. His eyes looked like slits cut in the orange. This was followed by a feat of coughs.

“Declare Monday a holiday!” He added, in between the coughs.

The bureaucrat was stunned. “It will leave only four working days-”

“No such thing,” the old man said, “Start the week from Tuesday. Saturday would be last working day.”

Light dawned upon the bureaucrat. Why didn’t he think of it? People love holidays. He only hoped, they weren’t confronted with the Tuesday crisis.

“It will take decades for that.”The old man answered, reading his mind.

 

All is Well?

 

God smiled at Monday,  "After centuries of work, you deserve this holiday, My boy."

Monday wasn't listening. "A holiday" he mumbled under his breath. He had another problem. As a workaholic, he wasn't used to an idle life. Well, one can't have everything, he sighed.

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