Today (August 11th, 2010) the day started for me as any other day and I came to my conscious after 3-4hours of Sun’s outing as usually. And as per my daily routine like millions “fighting for their identity class” folks, got ready to catch my Bus to reach office. I boarded my bus with four others like me, who comes daily morning with their moron faces like mine, as if we all are going to mourn of someone’s death. Pin drop silence persists in Bus, no one talk to each other. Gradually I again lose my conscious and before we about to reach office someone disturbs, close to death calmness and I come to my conscious. This part of story is getting repeated daily for last three n half years, like Ekta Kapoor’s daily soap but unlike her shows, plot never changes in my story except some casting changes (my bus mates get changes after every 6-8 months or so).
My reaching office was apt to script; I open my wonder machine which has enabled the journey of human from AADMIMANAV to MANAV and finally AUTOMANAV now. My career gets controlled by 2 tiny little boxes in this machine, seems both are twins, one is called “Inbox” and other is called “Outbox”. Even these boxes have outsourced some of their Job to someone called “Server” but unfortunately today Mr. Server was not in mood to work today and only intermittently serve to my inbox. Midst of this rather slow and relax day in office, one of my friend decided to check, why Chinese are so agile & fit? And she decided to order Chinese food, just to tell you, whenever “we” (that’s my illusion, she is one who always call shots) decide to order food from outside, we follow ideology of our bright CEO. We collaborate, contribute and become enabler for each other. All who wish to have freak-in Rich’s Lunch for a change he/she has to contribute as if this is Prime Minister Welfare Fund for hungry people.
Till now everything was as per the script of my daily soap. After the lunch I was again looking career controller tiny little box and then the twist came in tale. All of sudden I saw lot of people rushing to place called “Break out area” (however it should be called “Cribbing Area” everyone goes there and cribs about policy , functioning and everything else on this earth). I was still on my Inbox and one of my friend came to remind me that I m good for nothing, useless, rude etc and as always after hearing all this I stood-up and went along with her to see what is happening. Once I reach there I saw Rain God was romanticizing with Delhi but today his mood was different. Apparently all started talking about how to reach home before Delhi begins it favorite game on road.
Delhi has Love and Hate relationship with Mother Nature. Delhi’s winter is talking point across India to an extent that bollywood lyricist couldn’t resist to write a song on it. In the summer you get free experience of Sahara desert here. And in rainy seasons you get to play a game called “Musical Road” free of cost (Though one has to pay a cost which is not quantifiable). With phobia of spending beautiful evening on road all decided to leave early and me & one friend took lift from one of our senior. With speed of our CAR we would have make snale feel that he is fastest around. After 2 hours struggle on road, we decided to thank our senior and bestow our trust in the best PTS (Public Transport System) available in Capital. But we reached there to realize that I am not alone of this “realization” and half of my office was there, actually they ran out of their patience, being halted in bus for 2 hours and walk down to this metro station all drenched and in sheer frustration. There was long queue to get the tickets, last time I saw queue of this nature when I went to see DDLG in 8th Standard. I asked my colleague to use vulnerability of Male’s of this country and it just took 1 minute to get the tickets, she just asked the guy who was right –up there in the queue to take 2 tickets for her and he obliged, Why? Was he a great gentleman? And helped poor lady who is drenched? You got to be kidding me, there were so many out there who needed his help more than us :-) . And had she not been there with me it would have taken 2 hours for me to get tickets.
Thanks to brainy Japanese and E. Sreedhdran after 2-3 minutes lightning fast metro train came but it was jam-pack as if all were going for some political rally. After lot of pushing and pulling we catch the metro. After 2 -3 recorded messages which I was not minding, finally the lady announced my station arrival and reminded me to mind the gap, I did and got down waving bye to my colleague. I came out of station to see Rain God is still romanticizing with Delhi. Mother Nature had great climax in store for me; I waited for half n hour outside the station hoping that Rahul Bajaj’s creation for “Common Man” will come to my rescue but no luck; neither did I get cycle Riksha. Finally I decided to relive my childhood days and decided to walk to home I dare to do this only because my Momma is not here. Because when I was a kid and get drenched Momma used to make me do home gym “sit-ups” and pledge that I’ll never do it again :-)
I started walking and hardly I came 10 yards to realize, inch by inch, road has been captured by Buses, Trucks , Auto, Cycle and Riksha’s. I started walking the lane adjacent to road, actually these are not lanes but the drainage which are been covered by cemented plate. There was no light either and some of the plates were missing, hole was dead silent as if waiting for some kid “Prince” to fall down and it gets the glory and become famous. I did some Long Jump practices on my way, who says there are no facility for Athletes to train, also did some Army drillings like going between 2 cars, buses in almost impossible situation to pass through. There were some places where road turn into Rivers and I had no option but to get my shoes off and walk. The first thing came to mind while I was taking off my shoes that I have to learn god damn swimming as early as possible to survive. I read somewhere in Amsterdam one can take cycle on rent and roam around, the days are not far away when in rainy seasons you have to take boats on rent to roam around in capital. After 2-3 kilometers I started feeling like “Bear Grill” most of you would know him, he is one who goes to “no man’s land” and survive in odd situation for a TV program in Discovery Channel. Finally after one n hour walk, I reached my place and first I saw my machine because I was worried for my tiny little inbox it has all wining, losing, sorrow and happiness moments in it. It was indeed a walk to remember of its own kind…….. And eventful day come to end after lot of misery.
My reaching office was apt to script; I open my wonder machine which has enabled the journey of human from AADMIMANAV to MANAV and finally AUTOMANAV now. My career gets controlled by 2 tiny little boxes in this machine, seems both are twins, one is called “Inbox” and other is called “Outbox”. Even these boxes have outsourced some of their Job to someone called “Server” but unfortunately today Mr. Server was not in mood to work today and only intermittently serve to my inbox. Midst of this rather slow and relax day in office, one of my friend decided to check, why Chinese are so agile & fit? And she decided to order Chinese food, just to tell you, whenever “we” (that’s my illusion, she is one who always call shots) decide to order food from outside, we follow ideology of our bright CEO. We collaborate, contribute and become enabler for each other. All who wish to have freak-in Rich’s Lunch for a change he/she has to contribute as if this is Prime Minister Welfare Fund for hungry people.
Till now everything was as per the script of my daily soap. After the lunch I was again looking career controller tiny little box and then the twist came in tale. All of sudden I saw lot of people rushing to place called “Break out area” (however it should be called “Cribbing Area” everyone goes there and cribs about policy , functioning and everything else on this earth). I was still on my Inbox and one of my friend came to remind me that I m good for nothing, useless, rude etc and as always after hearing all this I stood-up and went along with her to see what is happening. Once I reach there I saw Rain God was romanticizing with Delhi but today his mood was different. Apparently all started talking about how to reach home before Delhi begins it favorite game on road.
Delhi has Love and Hate relationship with Mother Nature. Delhi’s winter is talking point across India to an extent that bollywood lyricist couldn’t resist to write a song on it. In the summer you get free experience of Sahara desert here. And in rainy seasons you get to play a game called “Musical Road” free of cost (Though one has to pay a cost which is not quantifiable). With phobia of spending beautiful evening on road all decided to leave early and me & one friend took lift from one of our senior. With speed of our CAR we would have make snale feel that he is fastest around. After 2 hours struggle on road, we decided to thank our senior and bestow our trust in the best PTS (Public Transport System) available in Capital. But we reached there to realize that I am not alone of this “realization” and half of my office was there, actually they ran out of their patience, being halted in bus for 2 hours and walk down to this metro station all drenched and in sheer frustration. There was long queue to get the tickets, last time I saw queue of this nature when I went to see DDLG in 8th Standard. I asked my colleague to use vulnerability of Male’s of this country and it just took 1 minute to get the tickets, she just asked the guy who was right –up there in the queue to take 2 tickets for her and he obliged, Why? Was he a great gentleman? And helped poor lady who is drenched? You got to be kidding me, there were so many out there who needed his help more than us :-) . And had she not been there with me it would have taken 2 hours for me to get tickets.
Thanks to brainy Japanese and E. Sreedhdran after 2-3 minutes lightning fast metro train came but it was jam-pack as if all were going for some political rally. After lot of pushing and pulling we catch the metro. After 2 -3 recorded messages which I was not minding, finally the lady announced my station arrival and reminded me to mind the gap, I did and got down waving bye to my colleague. I came out of station to see Rain God is still romanticizing with Delhi. Mother Nature had great climax in store for me; I waited for half n hour outside the station hoping that Rahul Bajaj’s creation for “Common Man” will come to my rescue but no luck; neither did I get cycle Riksha. Finally I decided to relive my childhood days and decided to walk to home I dare to do this only because my Momma is not here. Because when I was a kid and get drenched Momma used to make me do home gym “sit-ups” and pledge that I’ll never do it again :-)
I started walking and hardly I came 10 yards to realize, inch by inch, road has been captured by Buses, Trucks , Auto, Cycle and Riksha’s. I started walking the lane adjacent to road, actually these are not lanes but the drainage which are been covered by cemented plate. There was no light either and some of the plates were missing, hole was dead silent as if waiting for some kid “Prince” to fall down and it gets the glory and become famous. I did some Long Jump practices on my way, who says there are no facility for Athletes to train, also did some Army drillings like going between 2 cars, buses in almost impossible situation to pass through. There were some places where road turn into Rivers and I had no option but to get my shoes off and walk. The first thing came to mind while I was taking off my shoes that I have to learn god damn swimming as early as possible to survive. I read somewhere in Amsterdam one can take cycle on rent and roam around, the days are not far away when in rainy seasons you have to take boats on rent to roam around in capital. After 2-3 kilometers I started feeling like “Bear Grill” most of you would know him, he is one who goes to “no man’s land” and survive in odd situation for a TV program in Discovery Channel. Finally after one n hour walk, I reached my place and first I saw my machine because I was worried for my tiny little inbox it has all wining, losing, sorrow and happiness moments in it. It was indeed a walk to remember of its own kind…….. And eventful day come to end after lot of misery.
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