Life of Fast Lanes

Writing by admin on Saturday, 28 of June , 2008 at 1:00 am

The morning of 28th started with a bang, the tussle of making the right kinda document with Acrobat Pro. Its a really tough job getting it in the way you want it to be, in just the first shot. After the task was some what handled, it was time to leave for gurgaon- the IT mainland of North India.

After some six hours of traveling from one corner of Gurgaon to the other to wind off the work, it was time to wait at the City Centre. The Wait was an experience of not being part of the war.

At 5:30 pm, a war was on, a tussle is on, in each one of the souls who have left their office to go back to their home. A tussle to fight for their own existence, to gather space, that they could call their own. It was the time when they had to forget about the worries of their office, as it was the dawn of a new set of problems. The problems of their own homes.

It seemed all these beings were lost in their own thoughts. For them smiling at a passerby seemed merely a waste of time.

The swarms of cabs had arrived, people rushing to settle in their own. The irony was that all of them were in a hurry to get relaxed. They wanted to get into their cars and sit, waiting for the others to come. Please some one tell me is waiting what you do to relax(I am very Impatient). Meanwhile, each  one spent their time looking out of the window, mesmerized in own thoughts. The idea of talking to their fellow passenger seemed another job to them. ‘Talking’ surely is an effort, especially when you have to get a false smile on one’s face, when you are yourself low.

I could visualize my self on top of a building, when all these cars would seem like ants and these humans like food. The ants would come, swallow these beings, and set off for their way.

At the Toll Gate, I was a witness to the perspective of these ants going through a narrow channel out into an urban jungle.

Even tragedy at road, would have moved a few, while others would mostly pouring out their emotions blaming the situation as a mere time waste.

The fast lanes and cunning lives makes this city a golden dumb land. Hahaha Say no more….

Now see the rangeela India - The Chandni Chowk - The Heart of Old Dilli

In these fast lanes of the slow land, even a ferrari shall be at pace with the one on foot. This is the equality at Chandni Chowk. loolzz…

The paranthe waale gaali, railway station ki chai, and the looks of the bystanders. I am what I am(courstey RbK).

Ahhh. forvige me for the exxagaration, coz just when Every one would be tired with a day of work. (;P)

Category: India, Just Like That OR JLT

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Made Saturday, 28 of June , 2008 at 1:14 am