Life is a good teacher.....

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!!!