As I am putting too much efforts in my travelling just to bring stability in my job, I am experiencing the dullness that precedes in every individual.
First of all, I am very thankful to the undeniable sound of shared auto that helps me drift into the boredom of my life. Unfortunately, that sound can never be a positive back up for you when you step out of your office saddled with the office 'satchel' (I feel like a school-child) with shoulders drooping, slackened pace and tattered hopes.
I don't know if the pressure at work can harden you but the 'butt' usually gets cracked lying stubbornly on the 'smoothly' ragged seats.
So, pulling my readers back to the story from the undecipherable descriptions of Noida autos, I qoute,
"you may know how to drive,
but problems of yours know how to blow you"
While coming back home, I was struck in the jam (killer jam)... I held a lovely book in one hand and my phone-cum-music player in another. It was the time when I moved my head to have a 'satisfying' vision of the traffic, when I noticed two four-wheeled cars (sedan to be precise) just behind my air-filtered auto.
In grey sedan, there was a girl on the driver's seat. She sat there staring the red light and waiting for the signal. She had her shoulders drooped, eyes popped out and half opened mouth and it was easily understandable that she had a worst day.
Next to hers, was a white car in which an old lady had the same expressions... but... she was arguing with her husband over something and suddenly burst out.
As I was observing the fine ladies, a thought stuck me... No one- be it a housewife, a office clerk, a driver, a washerman, a CEO... No one in this life has an easy going life.
It is the traffic light only that stops us and makes us see the sufferings, pain, torments etc., of others life.
When the light asks to stop... it asks the poor to think about its hungry stomach, the middle class about the income, the elite about their riches.
First of all, I am very thankful to the undeniable sound of shared auto that helps me drift into the boredom of my life. Unfortunately, that sound can never be a positive back up for you when you step out of your office saddled with the office 'satchel' (I feel like a school-child) with shoulders drooping, slackened pace and tattered hopes.
I don't know if the pressure at work can harden you but the 'butt' usually gets cracked lying stubbornly on the 'smoothly' ragged seats.
So, pulling my readers back to the story from the undecipherable descriptions of Noida autos, I qoute,
"you may know how to drive,
but problems of yours know how to blow you"
While coming back home, I was struck in the jam (killer jam)... I held a lovely book in one hand and my phone-cum-music player in another. It was the time when I moved my head to have a 'satisfying' vision of the traffic, when I noticed two four-wheeled cars (sedan to be precise) just behind my air-filtered auto.
In grey sedan, there was a girl on the driver's seat. She sat there staring the red light and waiting for the signal. She had her shoulders drooped, eyes popped out and half opened mouth and it was easily understandable that she had a worst day.
Next to hers, was a white car in which an old lady had the same expressions... but... she was arguing with her husband over something and suddenly burst out.
As I was observing the fine ladies, a thought stuck me... No one- be it a housewife, a office clerk, a driver, a washerman, a CEO... No one in this life has an easy going life.
It is the traffic light only that stops us and makes us see the sufferings, pain, torments etc., of others life.
When the light asks to stop... it asks the poor to think about its hungry stomach, the middle class about the income, the elite about their riches.
