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| instead of the outdated Social Animal Tag.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