Long Wait ......

31st January 2009, Saturday 5:00 Pm
Long Wait……
Wait is the word that most of the sensible people in this world hates.. I am no different and I have no other option other than waiting …. I am waiting for so many things to happen but specifically at this moment I am waiting for the train to delhi which I would have boarded by this time..

I am writing this chapter sitting inside the waiting room waiting for my train 2909 Garib rath express to delhi which is shocking 4 hours late from its scheduled departure.More than the wait here, the thought of reaching home late is making me restless.. But seeing a positive side, finally I found some time to write which i could not find in the last two months ….

So, for the people who have never seen a waiting hall, here comes a small description…. . Waiting Room -2 for 2nd class is what is written outside the room in bold..Again that silly Class differentiation which have ruined our society for so long and still continuing…. Though I am boarding into first class but I have chosen this room because I was unable to find a charger point in the room across….Anyways the basic difference between the two is just the sitting arrangement , here it is the steel chairs there its the Spring Sofas and hence acting as a silly class differentiator….The room is quite large and can accommodate easily somewhere around 120 people….All round are chairs lined up giving it a look of a closed arena ….To my surprise the room is quite clean and well ventilated ….Even a TV is cornered which is keeping people acquainted with India playing like hell against Sri lanka… Among others few are like me tingling with their laptops, some already taking a nap and some intellectual engrossed in reading...

Though I can only guess , most of the gentry sitting here looks familiar north Indians waiting for the same train …..Just to be sure of the train timings I initiated a talk with the guy sitting across …The guy is named Imran and going to delhi with the same train …Not to my surprise the guy is from TCS as with 22 offices of TCS and around 1lakh employee base in the city you can find TCER”S anywhere and everywhere in Mumbai…But more importantly with my ears plugged in with ipod and my concentration on writing , I have found someone whom I can see incase I miss some important announcement …. Such kinda poka yoke (fool proofing) you have to do at every stage of life….:)

Not to forget I should mention about some of the beautiful faces sitting in the room on the other side… out of the lot I am basically talking a bout a tall girl dressed in white deeply engrossed in writing just like me …. Though the difference being she is writing the traditional way using a pen and paper….
In between my noticing her came a chai wala and served tea to people sitting by my side. But to my surprise he didn’t asked me as if he already knew that I don’t drink tea….if he did analyzed that I would say the guy had a great business acumen focusing only on the potential customers….

Anyways coming back to the lady she has a beautiful smile as well sharing the same with a small kid around ….your guess is as good as mine but still I think she is some student or budding manager still engrossed with making some kinda notes….Anyways will come back to this if I found something more guessing on her identity….

By the time I was writing, India has completed its innings and Sri lanka would require 257 runs to chase.. With the kind of form India is into I can safely bet on them and would at least make it competitive with an average total…..
As always with so many speculations, a rumor in the air is that the train might move even late and now I m really hating myself for deciding to go on train and not taking a flight…. Another important observation which I can take out of this waiting room is about the mobile era .. I could find literally everyone busy in some or the other way with this revolutionary instrument… and I think its a high time to explore some business proposition around this technology apart from communication…..

There’s nothing more for me to pen down about this room and will now move to find something to eat… I would end this chapter by contradicting my previous observation about that lady in white ,Rather than a student she is a mom and can very well establish herself as a new brand ambassador for Santoor…( if u didn’t understand please revert back to story line of santoor Ads..Hehe..))
M still waiting and would now find some other way to kill time ……

“ Intehaan ho gayi , Intazaar ki”

Right or Wrong !!!!!!

I gaze through a window , a window of Conscience,
To a new world , a new world which is inside ...
A world which is different, different from outside ,
A world which does not race with time ....

Though the race is still on ...
But its the race between thoughts ,
one named right and one named wrong ..
It is important which you choose ,
As it defines in long Whether you win or lose...

Right shows you the path ,wrong asks you to jump it .
Right shows you the destination,Wrong greeds you heavily to surpass it..
Right ask you to lead ,the wrong asks you to deal ...
Right ask you to earn your bowl , wrong asks you to sell your soul....

Perhaps its no one to decide,
what is right and what is wrong...
but only your conscience which should reflect,
which one to reject & which one to respect.....



.................nits..........

Who am I !!!!!!

Why is it always so ,
That theres a question ,
which i am unable to know .
That thers an answer
which i am unable to blow .

Every question has an answer
that every1 of us know ,
then why is this question
always difficult to glow

Why do i have options to choose
when i never want to lose
why do i never know
which way to leave and on which to move

why is it alws so,
This or the other?
Am I one person today and tomorrow another?
Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others...

Perhaps to answer these why
i have to search for who,
Who am I?
would definetely answer those why.....

---nits.........

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIFE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What is life but a circus show?
With every fall of yours, the laughs grow
The clown in you steals the show,
The face behind the mask,
no one cares to know.

What are you but a pendulum that’s slow?
Restless you are, moving to and fro,
Yet so useless, with spirits so low,
Falling behind time’s flow,
Trying desperately to swing,
for all you know,Stopped things,
they like to throw.

What is life but a river sans its flow?
Dried and parched under the hot sun’s glow,
No bird on the banks, but the odd crow,
Time has left not a friend, not a foe,
You long for the water, its gushing flow,
The fish, the plants with whom you grow,
The birds, the boats, the occasional canoe,
A dream that’ll never be true, you now know.

What are you but a tree that doesn’t grow?
With leaves so less and branches so low,
Grown in your shade, many people you know,
Remember the years they played in your shadow,
Rich and famous now, they raise a brow,
The sore sight of you, when past you they go.

What is life but a death row?
You live with people you don’t really know,
You make them laugh, forget sorrow,
When the depths of you are too hollow,
Alone you were and are, you know,
Alone you will be when its time to go,
You look at yourself, the pendulum slow,
The old tree that doesn’t grow,
Hopelessly hope that the river does flow,
And wait in solitude for the time to go.

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