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It all started with a sensation taking me aback from my daily chores.Laziness.Tied to the bed with the craving for sleep, transformed into invisible chains.Every inch disagrees with the master controller's orders.The brain starts to remind the hectic day ahead accompanied with the cliches being shouted in the ear regarding the importance of time management. It was a little early for the day to start so soon.No choice.I had to leave with incomplete desire to hang on to the bed.
Bus.It is an interesting means of transport.Even more when it is for,by and to the public.It is one of the automobiles that runs twice the speed when u are running behind it than that when u are inside.Hanging to an 3/4th opened window shield with 2/3rd of my 2nd foot on the foot-board with the bag loosely hanging displacing my centre of gravity at turns on the road,I go for work with the sun slashing my face with hottest rays!Gosh did I woke up in the wrong planet?
Late.Boss early!Another creature of interest.Boss is a unique category of homo-sapiens who is early when u are late and who is late when u are on time.No one ever understands the underlying paradox that the problem with punctuality is that no one would be there to appreciate it !After satisfying the boss standing in front of him watching the details of his face as he struggles to inculpate me using his terrible vocabulary that I have made a bad 'hobby' of coming late and that I have committed an unforgivable sin in the world.
This is what it is.You do a thousand good things, u may be not spoken of but one wrong move and you turn into a world's most wanted culprit.It is irrelevant to argue with fools, they bring u down to their level and beat u with their experience.I return to my desk.
Work done.
Returning home.After all this u get the opportunity to sit and smell the whole city stinking right in front of u,tired gentlemen,skin beneath the eyes sunk deep pushing their eyeballs out delicately stopped on their way to fall from their sockets.Half of them don't bother and half don't have time to bother about their body odor.Gosh! It stinks!
Enough. Frozen food from the fridge pushed through esophagus with double the quantity of H2O.
Buckling my self with the chains left open early in the morning hoping for something to go right when I wake up, I return to Lord Fred.
