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Life at Yamuna Bank, Rajiv Chowk, Kashmere Gate…Churchgate, Andheri, Dadar

A gut-wrenching punch of a 1000 Iron Mans welcomes your morning-office rushing-well-dressed face. The sleepy yawn turns to facial movements of #anxiety #depression #nervousbreakdown #claustrophobicattack as the overly populated metro stations come closer.  Oh, how you would love to just stay out on the platform and wait for the least crowded metro but you GOT to be in time for office.

There are rules to follow in the free life you’ve been given from up above, so yeah ‘Till death/start-ups do you part’.

So, you bare the bullet attacks from insanely similar people like you who wake up every morning and rush to the bathroom, then rush to the coffee mug, then rush to the metro station, then rush inside and out of the metro. Oh Lord/Allah/Bhagwan, this rush is quite a #trendinghashtag in the Kalyug you’ve thrown us in nowadays?

Your earphone plugs get lost in the constantly wrestling crowd, the only source of your sanity: music gets pulled away from you as your earphones get pulled out of the jack again and again and again. Your arms and feet get stronger with every passing day of this routine as you start understanding the ‘survival of the fittest’ tagline of your ape-like ancestors.

And then it happens again, the next day, with the same synchronization and right at the very spot you were shot at the previous day and the day before.

What happens then?

Nothing, you just get immune. Your body gets the signal to become stronger and immun-er and smart-er and yeah assertive or should I call it non-courteous curseeeee-ive.

The solution is to just buy a diary and make it personal. Spit out all the venom there so that when you really want to go out there and buy an AK 47 to kill everything that makes you curse, you calm down and learn how to deal with it your way, or best start your own fucking thing with your own fucking rules.

Just know that in the end, all of us do not have to be humans turning into zombie machines with only one goal in mind but a cluster of a beautiful kaleidoscope for the creation of various things which are creative to the next level.

Don’t know if the last paragraph made sense, but re-read and just think about it.

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