Finally I decided today the time has come to start to office..
Using the mode with which I have some joyous memory..
The faithful servant, friend and partner...
To only realize that it has been defiled...
Another day for me to realize that somebody has sucked away the life giving fluid..
And didn't even had the decency to leave it in a state that it can be repaired..
With the petrol pipe cut into a half..
I started my journey to restore it in a workable state...
Being frustrated to my core...
Probably consoling myself with thoughts of Scott Adams that to even out the good happening to millions...
Somebody got to suffer.. What if it has to be me every time..
During time like these only, one realizes the 0.01 degree of slope..
The simple maths which the architects of road got it wrong..
A little effort and the serenity of 0 degrees could have been maintained..
What difference it brings if it is the downward slope..
Pushing around my beast with eyes all around laughing at me for my state..
Cant Complain.. For a man rides a donkey the other way around is never the same..
Information flowing in that the magician who heals is just a 200 mtrs ahead...
Only to realize with every 200 mtr that it is actually 200 mtr from here...
So the 200 mtr converted to 2 km...
I finally reached the magician to whom I had been before ...
Only to see him smirking n telling me...
See I told you before to make yourself secure...
Prevention is always better than cure..
I said...just get it working for I am deaf...
I have never listened to anyone whose advise will or may work...
I prefer the hard way...
For somehow I have an affinity towards my doom which cannot be changed...
When I finally got on to my shiny red vehicle...
I thought things should finally look bright...
Only to realize after avoiding 3 accidents with a bicycle a bike and car...
I am a person who gets overwhelmed by thoughts..
A stream of past starts flashing before my eye...
And the future words which will construct a story starts forming in my head...
Now finally in office those words have come together to form incoherent sentences...
After sweating it out in Bangalore weather (Yes Bangalore weather)..
I realize and I tell you...
For tomorrow I may or may not exist..
But the saga of House #40 Koramangala will live on..
3 comments:
Kal Khel Mein Hum Ho Na Ho
Gardish Mein Taare Rahenge Sada
or as i like to put it (inspired, of course by Scott Adams).. for every instance of u getting f***ed by the world, somebody is having the time of his life :)
now i know i am here in dis world for a noble cause...I live for others may live happily :)
#40 kormangala,sounds like a hindi horror movie,except dat the protagonist is ur 'red bike' here!!
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