Pleasure To Be Around

Last thursday (26th April 2007), it made me realize how much valuable a min can be. On each occasion I was late by one or two minutes, and if I had queued up all the time, then it wont be more than 20 mins, but the output of the time lost was more than one hour. 1.12 pm : went to QUINCY station to take train, even I didnot know which train to take, I knew the station where I had to go will be dropped by the train coming through this station. I was asking a person there, which train to take, and the answer was PINK, which I see standing outside. Then when I rush to there, the sound came " DOORS CLOSING" and then train started moving. I was a min late there. I saw the time table there, and tried to figure out, at which time next train comes. It was after 6 minutes. I lost SIX minutes there, but not only six minutes, the train was late and took 9 minutes to come there. I waited the train and took the train. It was 1.22 then. I had to catch 1.35 metra and hoping that, this train

HOPE AHEAD Elusive time, As the water Meandering down, The serpentine stream, In its unchecked velocity and pace, Along with the perpetual monotonous tone of time, Along with the cadence of Tick, tick... tick; Contrary to the pace of time, Predicaments and scenario, Mayhems and massacres Of insane humane being Are ever changeable and susceptible, Blended and branded with Woeful and gala moments, Yet, keeping A straw of hope ahead. A poem by Kalash Shrestha for me on April 2nd, 2003. At that time I think that I hadnot understood what he had written in this poem, but I had saved this poem in my mail. But Now I am getting what he wants to say. Thanks kalash.

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