Traffic

What is it with me and the traffic? Do they follow me or I just get enmeshed in the chaos? Whatever it is, I must have lost half my life manning the steering wheel of my car. First it was Bombay (Sorry, I have still not gotten used to calling it Mumbai) and now the ever maddening roads of Gurgaon and Delhi.

I intentionally left today at 10 hoping desperately to avoid the swarms of cars, autos and buses but as luck would have it, I still reached office in 2 hours. Am I losing an hour of my management time because of commuting? Am I also losing out on spending some quality time with my significant other? Or do I need to get smart and understand time management better?

Whatever it is, in my list of ever increasing problems, traffic has clawed on the top.

The other option is to hire a driver and spend the travelling time on my laptop doing work, however; for some reason I have not gotten used to having faith on drivers. Either they drive recklessly thinking they may give competition to some of the F1 drivers or they steal money while filling petrol.. I can live with the thought of being driven fast but getting cheated is something that I have zero tolerance for..

As you can see, my confused state of mind refuses to think rationally. Those who have read my blog, please kindly suggest some panacea for my problem.. May be your suggestions would reduce some of my problems.

Stay safe people..

Cheers

Autumn of love..

Autumn is in the air and the leaves are blossomed,
I kiss you tender and I kiss you slow,
Autumn is long gone and the air is thick,
But I still feel you and kisses galore.

Love kept us together and love kept us apart,
the shadow of seasons made it strong,
seasons are long gone and the air is thick,
but I still feel you and kisses galore.

You made me strong and you made me cry,
tears of heaven were golden with the touch,
tears are long gone and the air is thick,
but I still feel you and kisses galore.

We will meet again and take the vows,
live the moments and make it etched,
autumn will come again and the air would smile,
I feel you and kisses are back,
Autumn will come again and so will I....

By: Kunal Yashvardhan

So finally I have convinced myself to write blogs. Hmmm, its going to be a task, however; I am ready to face the challenges to being crtiticized and loved.

Last Friday turned out to be quite an eventful day for me and for the 1400 other people. We were not only regaled by the dynamic triumvirate of Shankar Ehsaan loy but yours truly was also happily in a state of stupor by the end of the evening. At some level, I think, being drunk gives you an extra impetus to do things that one would usually avoid when sober. I can't remember how many discussions I got into about training, Kashmir, Heavy metal and god knows what else. Needless to say I barely remember some of them.

Saturday was spent nursing the hangover and Sunday came as a breath of fresh air. I usually avoid stepping out on Sundays but I made it an exception this time. I drove on my own, meandering aimlessly and finally reached a spot which immediately took my breath away. A small town, not very far from Gurgaon and nothing spectacularly beautiful welcomed me with a slight drizzle. I could have driven along listening to Bob Marley but decided to stop and have a cup of tea and thats when I saw the majestic Arravalis standing tall and fierce. Boy, it was a sight to behold. Rain trickling down, a cup of tea in my hand, strangers talking animatedly and Arravalis as inviting as always.. Truly a fantastic Sunday..

I would hopefully keep writing and not necessarily about my chores.. I know it can get terribly boring to read.. Until I see you again..

Be safe people..

Cheers