| The question seems & sounds absurd in the
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| | and race back towards our respective
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| first go, but the question remains and
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| | Asylums of Solitude. But the journey
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| stands mightier than the Lofty Himalayas.
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| | seems to be a battlefield, where we have
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| We live in a society and feel proud to be
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| | to make optimum use of our wits to reach
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| the most eligible living beings on this
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| | safe & sound; for Darwin advocates the
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| planet.
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| | 'Survival of the Fittest'. And we need to
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| We have graduated to be called Social
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| | prove our fitness by abusing each other
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| Engineers instead of the outdated Social
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| | or cursing a fellow being who
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| Animal Tag. And this Engineering Degree
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| | accidentally jumps in front of our Fast
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| is a reward for our precious learning
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| | Car (he too is in a hurry to reach his
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| years invested in EDUCATION.
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| | asylum). At times we undergo a Road Bout,
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| Now, we begin our Walk of Life, at times
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| | exhibiting the power of our Muscles
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| matching to the beats of 'Dire
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| | clubbed with 'n' no. of abuses flowing
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| Straits'-the famous band.
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| | freely from our mouth.
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| The leisure walk turns into a brisk one
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| | Eventually, we arrive at our much desired
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| and within no time we discover ourselves
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| | destination. A place where we all enjoy
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| jogging for our living.
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| | the status of a hero or celebrity. We all
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| We face the Music of Life & the lyrics
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| | are at our boastful best, presenting our
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| get distorted to 'JOG of Life', rather
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| | achievements of the day in front of our
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| than 'the Walk of Life'.
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| | tamed & faithful audience. We don't leave
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| While jogging we get little time to smell
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| | a chance to curse a few of our fellow
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| the roses around or to hear the sweet
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| | beings, who sucked the nectar from our
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| chirping birds or even the feel of
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| | moments of joy.
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| soothing breeze fails to bring a smile on
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| | Many of us present ourselves with a glass
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| our faces. And this jog is our Hopson's
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| | of an alcoholic beverage. Although to
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| Choice, for we feel elated to jog inside
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| | justify the company of an alcoholic
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| huge edifices, breathing conditioned air.
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| | beverage is the toughest job on this
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| Likewise we thank the Omnipotent for our
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| | planet, for its reaction with human
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| hard earned status, which relaxes our
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| | emotions results in Motley of
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| souls when we witness from our Spot less
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| | circumstances.
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| glass cabins/cells, numerous unfortunate
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| | Finally, our bodies cry for rest & we
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| Fellow beings sweating out under the sun.
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| | think of giving it a break to start a
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| We spend most of our hours with our
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| | fresh jog for our chosen Elite Edifice.
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| Fortunate Peers inside these Grand
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| | But prior to that, we never forget to
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| Edifices discussing, planning, and
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| | curse the educators & the education
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| implementing myriad strategies.
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| | system and even the Idiot Box for
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| Astonishingly the strategies are mostly
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| | deteriorating morals of our beloved
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| planned/implemented, for all the
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| | wards. At times the electricity
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| unfortunate fellow beings breathing under
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| | department too gets some derogatory
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| the sun outside.
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| | remarks for acting as a 'Spoil Sport'
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| Later in the evening, a couple of hours
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| | during our favourite Stress buster prior
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| after the sun had kissed the beloved
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| | to a sound sleep.
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| earth, we put our very important tasks to
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| | We need to sleep for Peace, so that we
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| rest for some hours and pack our bags
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| | can recharge our batteries & give our
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| with a grin on our face to enjoy the
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| | best to a fresh day awaiting our actions
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| remaining hours in Peace.
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| | to fill this world with Joy & Glory. The
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| We get inside the Air Conditioned
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| | task for which, we have been sent on this
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| chambers of our beloved Sedans or SUVs
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| | Beautiful Planet.
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