preponing monday morning blues to sunday night doesn't help anyone any. one still has to get in an auto where the plastic sheets screen off the rain to let the co-passengers sweat profusely into one's left side, one still has to go to work, one still has to listen to the soccer post-mortem from the old bald guy who has a lingerie designer girlfriend despite being weird and mild, one still has to humour morons predicting mumbai-like monsoon disaster with every droplet of rain, one still has to balance umbrella, mobile, loose change and soggy cigarette with much acrobatic effort to get three seconds' worth respite.