A Frustrated Night

It was quater past nine in the night. The cold breeze was taking its toll. As I was struck up with some incomplete work, I had to stay late.

As I got out of the office, I had to choose which road i have to take inorder to reach the main road. The road to the left of the office was a posh colony with palatial bunglows. Almost all the houses had a well bred canines in their houses. The stray dogs added to the number.

So to save my skin from them, I chose the other road. The road was almost deserted. I walked down the street cursing for not getting the solution to the problem. Somehow my grey cells got rusted with time and they revolted any effort made to charge them up.

My stomach was empty and i walked through the street like a nomad in Kalahari desert, unsure of his target. Thoughts and memories flooded in. Some sort of an uneasy feeling crept in my body.I recollected those good old college days when there was no tension , no responsibility and no deadlines to meet.Four years of freedom and joy. Laziness possessed me and I loathed taking orders.But those rosy days were over.Perfection and skill were the forte now.

I managed to reach the main road with great difficulty. I was drained out and was desperately waiting for an auto to transport me to my destination. A couple of autorickshaws made its way, but none were heading to my destination. Frustration was at its peak now and I began to hit dust with my NIKE sandals. Cursing the autorickshaw drivers with the infamous five letter words in hindi and four letter word in english were flowing with ease from my mouth. Standing there alone, I stood there completely irritated and disgusted about the situation.

Suddenly I saw a man lying down the road just behind the road completely lost with himself and staring the stars. He was at peace and his face reflected happiness. He gave me an occasional glance and his face turned pale. I guessed it was the inebriated condition that was responsible for his strange behaviour.

I remembered the verses of Mother Teresa that she sees Jesus in all. I thought of giving him a helping hand, but suddenly something stuck in my mind saying not to disturb him as he is in peace with himself and his happiness should nt be disturbed. I grew jealous of his state of happiness and grudged on my misery.

Wearing Designer clothes and branded shoes didnt give me the momentary happiness. I pondered over the thought over and over, when suddenly from no wher an autorickshaw stopped. In it was a chick with a navy blue top, which was my all time favourite. I thanked God for bringing me the spark of happiness in me too after all these miseries and jumped into the autorickshaw not really bothering whether it is heading for Ameerpet or Antartica !!!!!!!!