Who am I kidding. I open my weary eyes, to look at the clock to find if I can squeeze five more minutes in that cozy blanket. And before I know it, the sun is already over my head. The office shuttle is already in office. And there I go, running the race of time. In no time, I am riding my dusty flaming red pulsar ( My sweet superbike ), down the crowded roads of Bangalore. I turn the throttle and she roars to life, to overtake that vehicle in front. SLAM! I hit the brakes. There is a big traffic jam in front.
Bangalore is well known for the traffic sense among the drivers. So I think no more when I see little gap on the wrong side of the road leading to the narrow lane, which leads to God knows where. After all, All roads leads to “ROAM”.
I reach my office. Rush to the meetings where my boss asks me whether I submitted that important work to be submitted yesterday. Whoops Yesterday!! I somehow manage my to sleaze away this time. And back to ol monitor. Working my way, and in no time, I realize, its time to get running, away from office, away from work. To do those things that you desire.
Now thinking again, Was there anything there to do? The same old malls, the same old theatres. What is there to do? I then decide to come back to my room. Surf the idiot box, the same ol reruns of movies that probably have already been shown a million times over and over again.
I turn around and I see a cozy invitation, my pillow and blanket. Before I know it. I am inside my blanket. Leaving all worries and tensions to the next day.
And the next day, I wake up, Look at the same clock. Do I have another five minutes? Do I start running just yet?