I’m the Traffic

One of the reasons that I have this big belly,
Is the amazing traffic that we have in Delhi.
2 hours of my day, I spend in my car
Doing nothing, sitting bekaar.

I could’ve ran, I could’ve gymmed,
But in the traffic, I feel so limped,
People stroll in parks, I do it on roads
While they shed it, I just gain loads.
Don’t be surprised on me calling it a stroll,
Try driving at 9.00am and enlighten your soul.

Every driver on the road is in a hurry,
As if a live chicken has been put in the curry,
Whether he’s on a bicycle, a bike or a car,
He’s gifted to drive like a racing superstar.
Rushing their vehicles on the road,
Filling the smallest possible voids in big crowd,
And on overtaking every other vehicle,
They just couldn’t be more proud.

Have you ever wondered why do you get stuck,
Just coz of your attitude, “Lane driving…Oh! What the f*#$”
Why do I need to stand behind someone,
He’s just a piece of crap and I’m the privileged one.

And you should see when there is a collision,
How great fun it is, not to mention,
It doesn’t matter if I’m in the middle of the road,
I’ll just get into my super fighter mode.
I’ll go to the other driver rolling up my sleeves,
Calling him names in rocking style,
Doesn’t matter to me if the traffic jam behind me,
Has grown to almost over a mile.

We do all this just to reach office on time,
I leave home at 8.45 to reach my office at 9,
How does it matter if its 20 miles away,
It is the other drivers who’ll have to pay
I can’t get up 10 minutes early in the morning,
I love my sleep, others can take the warning.

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My first days at HCL

I wrote this poem back in the summer of 2005, about 3 weeks after i joined HCL, my first job. I was cleaning up today and found it. So I'm putting it here now so i don't lose it again. Not a great one but....whatever. :)

As a kid i used to wonder,
How long would it take for me to get older,
So that i don't have to do any more studies,
Just go to my job and roam around with buddies.

It took long, but now the time has come,
But it's only the "idea" that makes me jump,
Beautiful office with glittering lights,
But whoever has said it, it's true..."Reality Bites!!!"

I start my day by taking a DTC bus,
With all biharis making a variety of fuss,
Still i manage to reach office by 9,
Where the security guard looks at me and says...
"Sir....Everything fine?"

As i move into the building,
There sits an example of fake smiling.
Smiles on her face are on a flow,
Whatever you say, she'll just smile and let it go.

Not to forget is our wonderful lift,
It's nothing more than a devil's gift.
Working for 2 hours a day is totally fair,
Stay fit...why not use the stairs?

Then i enter my "ODC", as it is called
where 60% people are like me....semi-bald.
Working there is really great fun,
Too much of time and nothing to learn.

I really work hard, I don't lie,
I never get to know, how the first half passes by,
Have a cup of coffee just to be merry
And visit Mr. Dash* everyday, with a new query.

After lunch, it really gets hectic, seriously no time.
Sometimes its Elaichi tea, other times, its lime.
And as the clock strikes five,
all my dead senses become alive.
At almost 5:33,
go anywhere, you are free,
Free, after a hectic day
God...don't do this to anyone, i just pray.

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* The admin guy