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| Engineers instead of the outdated Social | | | | the 'Survival of the Fittest'.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