There's always a next time...
Its 7.12 pm, I got the seat in the bus at the Main gate. I put my Gym-Carry :) I mean 'the Bag-with shoes' in the rack and took the window seat. I am skipping my gym today also. Looking out of the window I can realise that this is EOD for hundreds and hundreds of techies, working for the whole day in the Cubicles of glass house buildings.
On one side of the bus,
There is a petty shop where all the drivers (I am not sure whether they are drivers) are standing and chatting, along with them there stood some employees who are enjoying the smoke out of their lungs by looking at the buses. I hope they are aiming to catch the bus after their Smoke-Session.
On the other side,
Lots of people are rushing out of the gates after their Bag-check. Some talking in their phones, Some casually walking out, Some running like hell as if the buses are the last thing in their world, Some looks sad, Some with a big smile on their face, They must have had a good day today in work:), I suddenly moved out of this thought, What I was doing here for the Past 2 months in bench?. I again moved out of this thought as I don’t want to fill myself in distress.
Again here in the Main Gate, I can see a variety of emotions on display, Joy, care, happiness, enthusiasm, drowsiness, distress, urgency, satisfaction, etc., etc.,
As the time is nearing, I can see that crowd is diminishing, most of them have board the bus on time, there were always some last minute folks who hurriedly go through the bus charts at the gates and are desperately looking for their bus in urgency.
The drivers got into buses, the smokers threw away the cigarettes and rush to the buses. Walking-talkers got into their buses along with their cell phones with 'will call u later yaar' tone.
At approximately 7.15 whistles are blown, the engines scream into action. Buses started moving, still looking outside the window I can see some folks running towards the gate from their building. But they are not having hopes of getting the bus in their face. The last variety of emotions-those of agony, frustration and pain. They are out of sight now as buses moved away and they missed the 7.15 bus and might helplessly praying to God to halt the buses somehow.
But God knows there's always an 8.15 bus, Even Everyone knows...
In life too, always there are opportunities, People who miss those will get the next one knocking at their door. but only thing is, it mite take some time, may be days, may be months, might be years too. Being Patience wins. B'Coz.. There's always a next time.
Enjoy your Happy life!!!
Friday, August 03, 2007
Thursday, August 02, 2007
One fine day......
One fine day..........
It was raining cats and dogs outside.
The climate was so coool, I was standing inside the small gulphi shop's shelter with food parcel in my hand. Nose started its work, it took its input-nice aroma and stimulated hunger, tongue started secreting saliva. Its very much possible for me to buy one and hav, I have enough of bucks. I also hav enough of time to have two or more gulphies. But still i couldn't buy'n'hav. B'coz....
It was raining cats and dogs outside.
I tried changing my sight to the other side of the road.
It was very nice to see the man putting the Vada inside the oil and frying it. I was continuously looking at the stall and more importantly, the people who were doing the 'manual testing' of tasting the tongue-tempting gastronomical foods. Lucky they are! I was helplessly staring at them from the other side of the road. It is very much possible for me to run there and have one. I am having enough money in my wallet; I also have the required digestive power to grill the spiciness of the Vada pav with Fried Green chillies; but still I couldn’t go. B'Coz....
It was raining cats and dogs outside.
I tried changing my sight to the nearest bus-stop. I saw a Pretty girl, trying to get an auto. I decided (not even think) to help her-A typical boyish thinking ;) . Ran to the Bus Stop even though it was raining cats and dogs outside. 'who cares about rain'. To my unfortunate, she got an auto before I reach :( . As I was completely drenched, slowly walked towards VadaPav Stall, quenched my thirst of VadaPav with green chillies.
Even though I dint get what I wished, I got what I wanted. :) . With that satisfaction, I started walking towards my apartment.
Still, it was raining cats and dogs outside.
It was raining cats and dogs outside.
The climate was so coool, I was standing inside the small gulphi shop's shelter with food parcel in my hand. Nose started its work, it took its input-nice aroma and stimulated hunger, tongue started secreting saliva. Its very much possible for me to buy one and hav, I have enough of bucks. I also hav enough of time to have two or more gulphies. But still i couldn't buy'n'hav. B'coz....
It was raining cats and dogs outside.
I tried changing my sight to the other side of the road.
It was very nice to see the man putting the Vada inside the oil and frying it. I was continuously looking at the stall and more importantly, the people who were doing the 'manual testing' of tasting the tongue-tempting gastronomical foods. Lucky they are! I was helplessly staring at them from the other side of the road. It is very much possible for me to run there and have one. I am having enough money in my wallet; I also have the required digestive power to grill the spiciness of the Vada pav with Fried Green chillies; but still I couldn’t go. B'Coz....
It was raining cats and dogs outside.
I tried changing my sight to the nearest bus-stop. I saw a Pretty girl, trying to get an auto. I decided (not even think) to help her-A typical boyish thinking ;) . Ran to the Bus Stop even though it was raining cats and dogs outside. 'who cares about rain'. To my unfortunate, she got an auto before I reach :( . As I was completely drenched, slowly walked towards VadaPav Stall, quenched my thirst of VadaPav with green chillies.
Even though I dint get what I wished, I got what I wanted. :) . With that satisfaction, I started walking towards my apartment.
Still, it was raining cats and dogs outside.
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