After a long hard day at work, I find myself in the bus - drenched, parched and completely drained. My eye lids are yearning to touch one another and have a moment frozen in time. My brain is fighting sleep with such valor, that I feel like recognizing its valiant effort with a pat of appreciation! Surely my eye lids could care a rat's ass about me being flung across the ignition box of the bus, right through the wind shield, at the slightest of breaks! (the prospects of which seemed highly likely looking at how our gallant driver was maneuvering his royal vehicle!) Balancing myself on that god damned seat was a herculean task. Adding to this, I was battling mosquitoes with every ounce of my left-over energy. Fighting my sleep off, I was consoling myself - Tomorrow is gonna be rocking! All these tasks, being done by one person. ME! I feel like I am a mean, trying to be lean, massively parallel processing machine!!!
After a prolonged music session, I had to bid goodbye to my ear phones. After listening to people filled with "everything close to crap", my ear drums were screaming to be rescued from music of any kind! Hence I exit my music player, switch off the radio and gape at the world outside the bus. As I look outside the door, I see a world fresh out of a shower. Flying roaches, barking dogs, bickering people, everything seemed to be alive and in motion, apart from the traffic. All the bangaloreans know what I mean when i say TRAFFIC!
I guess it's pretty safe to say, traffic jams are almost like a knowledge hub. I can now name almost all the popular brands of automobiles and their latest versions. And why? Coz I can see a live demonstration of their updated, upgraded features in front of my own tired eyes. All I need to do is look outside the window! Being gadget-illiterate, I just have to spot people with opposite interests as mine. And then I see them removing one gadget after the other from their "magician's hat" - working, pretending to work, showing off their latest acquisitions! (I finally know what an I-pad is! YIPPIEE!!)
I see the best and the costliest of vehicles stuck at the same place for minutes together. Suddenly my eyes move to the side of the road. A bunch of workers on their cycles, seem to be enjoying the rain. And worst of all, they seemed to give two hoots about the traffic! I was plonked on a not so comfortable seat which was atleast 10 times more comfortable than those cycle seats. As one of those rare days, I had worked for more than 8 hours. I saw no reason to smile, let alone enjoy the whole scene. I presumed that these workers worked for minimum 8 hours daily, earned much lesser than what I did when I started my career and they sure as hell have no transport facility provided by their employers. But there they were, happy and smiling, as if they knew something I didn't. I should be jealous!
Jam persisted. I was still stuck there. But these guys managed to disappear in no time. They coolly lifted their cycles on to the pavement and pedaled away to obscurity! And there I still see Mr Merc standing right beside our bus, with its majestic aura doing very little to help the situation! I guess expensive is not always comfortable or convenient!
People run behind riches all the time. Run at a break-neck pace. Not realizing that if and when they finally get them, they might just be stuck in a jam. A jam from which they cannot flee as the risks are way to high. Even if they wanna get back to simple living high thinking, simple living is now a distant dream. They cry in vain, wanting to get back to where they started off, for they forgot to enjoy the journey. Journey from a cycle to Merc, which might have opened avenues, changed perspectives, taught them a life changing lesson, was not lived well as they believed destination mattered the most. Now when they turn to look back, the path is obscure and the journey has faded. You can never bring back the past to enjoy moments you had missed earlier. Don't let things fade, live your journey, for only then when you reach your destination can you say "I HAVE ARRIVED".
After a prolonged music session, I had to bid goodbye to my ear phones. After listening to people filled with "everything close to crap", my ear drums were screaming to be rescued from music of any kind! Hence I exit my music player, switch off the radio and gape at the world outside the bus. As I look outside the door, I see a world fresh out of a shower. Flying roaches, barking dogs, bickering people, everything seemed to be alive and in motion, apart from the traffic. All the bangaloreans know what I mean when i say TRAFFIC!
I guess it's pretty safe to say, traffic jams are almost like a knowledge hub. I can now name almost all the popular brands of automobiles and their latest versions. And why? Coz I can see a live demonstration of their updated, upgraded features in front of my own tired eyes. All I need to do is look outside the window! Being gadget-illiterate, I just have to spot people with opposite interests as mine. And then I see them removing one gadget after the other from their "magician's hat" - working, pretending to work, showing off their latest acquisitions! (I finally know what an I-pad is! YIPPIEE!!)
I see the best and the costliest of vehicles stuck at the same place for minutes together. Suddenly my eyes move to the side of the road. A bunch of workers on their cycles, seem to be enjoying the rain. And worst of all, they seemed to give two hoots about the traffic! I was plonked on a not so comfortable seat which was atleast 10 times more comfortable than those cycle seats. As one of those rare days, I had worked for more than 8 hours. I saw no reason to smile, let alone enjoy the whole scene. I presumed that these workers worked for minimum 8 hours daily, earned much lesser than what I did when I started my career and they sure as hell have no transport facility provided by their employers. But there they were, happy and smiling, as if they knew something I didn't. I should be jealous!
Jam persisted. I was still stuck there. But these guys managed to disappear in no time. They coolly lifted their cycles on to the pavement and pedaled away to obscurity! And there I still see Mr Merc standing right beside our bus, with its majestic aura doing very little to help the situation! I guess expensive is not always comfortable or convenient!
People run behind riches all the time. Run at a break-neck pace. Not realizing that if and when they finally get them, they might just be stuck in a jam. A jam from which they cannot flee as the risks are way to high. Even if they wanna get back to simple living high thinking, simple living is now a distant dream. They cry in vain, wanting to get back to where they started off, for they forgot to enjoy the journey. Journey from a cycle to Merc, which might have opened avenues, changed perspectives, taught them a life changing lesson, was not lived well as they believed destination mattered the most. Now when they turn to look back, the path is obscure and the journey has faded. You can never bring back the past to enjoy moments you had missed earlier. Don't let things fade, live your journey, for only then when you reach your destination can you say "I HAVE ARRIVED".
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