Janus Speaks

Chronicles of a Bored Cabbie

Following are some random thoughts jotted enroute to Gurgaon daily morning for my summer internship.
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Date: 12/04/2007

The road to perdition I thought would be a bore,
But the journey too has something for me in store.
Passing by some pretty faces,
Then there are some wearing braces.
As is human nature, always looking outside,
Don’t even know people sitting beside.
Constraint by the cab’s confine,
Have domesticated wild imagination of mine.
Need to be a little forthcoming,
Music of solidarity we would be then humming.
Just hoping that internship at SAP,
Is not my Final Lap.
The shot has just been fired,
For long it will keep me wired.
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Date: 16/04/2007

In the cab this is just another day,
Through busy traffic we are making our way.
Silence has its own benefit,
Somewhere inside a spark it lit.
It is the time to reflect on past,
The week had been anything but fast.
Ambled & stumbled & waited for turn,
Past few days I had been taciturn.
The optimist in me keeps the hope kindled,
My future will be much less brindled.
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Date: 17/04/2007

Still interested in reading this boring stuff,
You know not, and all this may be a bluff.
To next chapter let’s move on,
Titled: Professional Life of a Moron.
Now what I would be talking’ll be jargon,
The uninterested may go and watch Eragon.
The day starts with reports of analyst,
Thought of PPO is perhaps the only catalyst.
Next step is making of MTN,
Moving up the ladder, someone tell me ‘When’.
If bestowed would be doing outside-in,
What a pain which I bear and grin.
Will try to make it a little more exciting,
Till the end with boredom I will be fighting.
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Date: 18/04/2007

Writing daily has become customary,
To reach SAP am in no hurry.
Solitude sets the right mood,
Vicissitudes of journey are mind’s food.
Already showing sings of fatigue,
New ideas are what I seek.
I know one day the words will choke,
Will do away with affluence of mind and go broke.
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Date: 19/04/2007

Have never talked about physical evidence,
Would mention some landmarks hence.
Crossing Dhaula Kuan is no more jittery,
Just cruise through flyovers not so glittery.
Yet again we pass by the airport,
Heavily guarded like some arbit fort.
Then comes the 5 star: Radisson is thy name,
If ya can’t recollect, of Kebab Factory fame.
It’s time to cross Delhi-Haryana border,
Full of traffic snarls, chaos and disorder.
Enter Gurgaon: The urban village,
High rising buildings and more such pillage.
Few more not so anxious moments in rush hour,
And when we reach, we bloom like a flower.
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posted by Janus @ 9:42 PM