TARUN KAUSHIK WRITES AGAIN, THIS TIME A VERY COOL RHYME....
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LIFE MEETS AT NH-8 AT 9 AM
Well, it was the last hairpin to be attached,
Into the beautiful blossoming bouquet
But the alarming sound of the car interrupted,
She looked back with lack of amazement
But full of anguishness and disagreement
Seems wanted to convey a small message
Which must have been something like that,
Car has no wings and if it would have had
She would have flew over the the bloody traffic jam.
And as if that was not enough,
Cab upfront took an emergency break,
With no mercy taking the poor car bumper on stake.
The scene, a regular one on our NH8 and in style if we say,
Life meets NH8 at 9:00 AM everyday.
Peak office hours, lack of synchronized traffic,
Haphazard moving vehicles and
Some more uncontrolled tragic
But the significant part ,amidst all these drama,
People still reach their offices with 10 min of dilemma
Life in a metro is we all talk about,
Sometimes even proud of living the way we walk out.
But is there anything more to talk of,
Same weekends every time, though we wait for.
May be a beer or two or even a disc can’t be ruled out.
For smokers, it’s not an issue as it hardly cuts the number short.
But that’s not possible on all the weekends
When your mom firing bombs on your head end.
You have still to complete those boring family assignments,
Which you hate to be made a part of but you have all the commitments
And what if your dad caught you making plans for some cool outing,
A fury of unwanted suggestions which makes you feel like shouting.
And take my word dude; your evening is completely done.
And you realize how time runs.
Go for early sleep without any sorrow
As Sunday is the only thing waiting for you tomorrow.
Sun on high and family waiting for you in the dining room,
And you left your bed around 12:00 in the noon.
Few plans getting through, few still to get executed,
And others only into the making though unexpected.
But most of them getting dumped which certainly is not a new thing,
As the records of last 12 weekends bring.
And as the sun set himself to reach the other end of sky,
Sunday had met with yet another speechless and a boring cry
Hardly had you decided the combination of your next day wearing,
Even shoes could not get polished with the night disappearing.
Moreover you don’t even know when the last song kept repeating,
Until your mom switched off your PC and found you sleeping.”
Get ready for the day my son”, you can hear his voice
Bringing you out of your dreams without your own choice
Hey that’s your dad and a cup of tea lying beside you
Eyes going straight to the nearest watch and you need to run through.
Monday blues gets further worsened,
When your cab driver warns you again
“Sir, you could have been left today as well” and you can feel your vein.
What else man!! Yet another journey starts in its way
Through NH8 which meets life at 9:00 AM everyday.
