My friend was adamant that if I wished to inscribe something sketchily and haphazardly and yet accomplish to get the single mindedness amongst the eventual readers firstly due to the life-size influence it had on any commuter without a vehicle of ones own specially if one resided in Hyderabad and secondly because there is no dearth to ones own acquaintance to uncover the anonymity yet sameness of this genre!

It would be unjust to say that only commuters without a vehicle experience them. Let me not acquit the other cast line that too will contribute to this with their experience.

Commencing with ‘ hero hiralal’ who manages to fix an array of pictures of all his bollywood and tollywood dream girls, so what if they are strong competitors amongst themselves, when it comes to his vastly brilliant-decorative flying carpet everyone stands an equal within the remix numbers toting up to its vibrancy and defiant stare….pity Catherine Zita Jones and Sharon Stone are not that lucky enough to be even considered but for the physique conscious ones Arnold Schwarzenegger may stand a possibility.

And then you have the ones who think they own a Mercedes Benz so what if it is spelled erroneously as ‘M-E-R-C-E-R-D-E-Z  B-E-N-C-H”  on the rear end.

I have seen it all and yet there is so much to see.

They are nothing less than an epitome of impulsive disorderliness when it comes to missing stop signs. And one gets victimized in both ways either as a passenger or as a pedestrian. The irony is that there is overabundance and nonetheless you never get one when you really need them. Even if you are fluky enough to see one parked beneath the juvenile twigs near a tea stall with the possessor snoozing in the torrid heat with a Telegu newspaper and you heave a sigh of relieve only to transform it in a grumble subsequent to the nodding that he is not fascinated to take that route.

So it is as good as his community going on a walkout!

(this will always be continued…)

Whoa! A promotion?

Lucky you!

You deserved it!

Finally!

While this was professed about even before I could sink into the appointment, I was foreboding whether this was acceptance of my strive to work better or was it just a hierarchical budge since someone else above me wanted to move ahead?

Factual: the only rationale why I uttered about the dire straits my work world was in was since I did not want to hide myself nor wanted the pecking order to hide from view.

Unbelievable, it was not the troubles and tribulations, which were embarked upon but a designation was splashed on a sparkled letter head.

Was I geared up for it? Did I voice my faith and thoughts to get a glossy letterhead? To me it was not eliminating the problem but dumping the dilemma …

(This time) I sit back and behold my sentiments and find myself unable to muddle through the time dishonored work ethics.

The problems still persists…and this time why am I not articulating my outlook again…is it because I have, by now, reached the apex of the pecking order or am I too insecure about the term. Both the views are disturbing and distressing- I am not going to mull over the authenticity of my views.

The only thing that is reassuring is that I will never ever surrender as I am convinced about the things I want to see… and I want to be that alter.