Gustakhi

Tum se pyaar karne ki humne jo gustakhi ki,
Ab Zindagi ko tumse zyada pyaar kar na sake,
Tumhare saath itne door chalne ki humne jo gustakhi ki,
Ab tanhayee mein khud ko sambhal na sake,
Un Naino mein doob jaane ki humne jo gustakhi ki,
Ab khud ke wajood ko hum paa na sake,
Tumhare pyaar mein jeene ki humne jo gutakhi ki,
Ab zindagi mein kissi aur se pyaar kar na sake,
Tum se pyaar karne ki humne jo gustakhi ki,
Ab Zindagi ko tume zyada pyaar kar na sake......................

The job, the mob and whole bunch of slobs...

i am employed........!.... yes you can slap yourselves to come out of disbelief but some wise men have made the blunder and you can bet your last penny that they will repent.:) It has been almost 2 weeks since i have started working( yea... you are aware of every second once you get paid to spend it!) and already so much to yap about my work life. let me give a preview about what exactly i do:

i reach office on time mostly but if i reach late, it so happens that all our senior people are standing at the entrance as if waiting for me! but yaa coincidence it may be . i have not been warned or admonished yet so i have no worries. I have stepped into a new phase of life. a life whici am an Analyst with an independent Research Firm named "Center For Monitoring Indian Economy" or just CMIE. These people swear by Queen's English and are run by some of the great economists of the country. i have to sit with lot of figures........ not 36-24-36...........but those 50-60 pages of hardcore numbers and analyse it. we get one week for the time being to finish a complete research report which would eventually be more "challenging" as they say later. i work from 9:30 am to 5pm............ i am very punctual.......... i leave at dot 5 pm!........i get served coffee twice, get an hour lunch break :)......... i know i am damn lucky but i deserve it for the time i had to wait for a nice job. we have a very casual work culture , i can chat with the directors, crack a joke with my business head and talk endlessly on the phone. But i cant open orkut there! i cant open Gmail there!.....Life can be rude and hard but i will have to accept it. So thats about my job.
To reach my work place, i have to battle a mob to place my foot and sometimes my body in train.
this mob is no ordinary mob, its a bunch of rowdies who don't bother to have bath and stick their stinky armpits on your face, who fart when you are actually gasping for fresh air and offer a grumpy look as courtesy for finding a place next to them on the train. Yes, this is the mumbai Life which everyone here is so used to but i will always hope for a better life for myself and the city. After the Harrowing train journey comes the painful Bus journey. my office is just a 15 minutes from station to give you a sore ankle so Bus ride is the only feasible solution. the mob in Bus are one step ahead of the train mob. you step no their line and you get the elbow. No room for courtesy. In fact no room for a fly also. A bus queue which stretches almost 200 metres is not something you should even try to mess with, Hospital is near by anywhere and the Traffic would ensure you never reach the hospital alive. So, i have to pounce on any bus which has something to hold on to reach my office.
h would be judged by the moolah i make and not the person i shape out to be. a phase where most of my dreams and aspirations are achieved. a phase where mistakes are no longer ignored 'coz you are not supposed to make them. a phase i waited for so long which would pass by in a jiffy. or maybe the best time of my life which would never end............. Lets see