10.30 P.M : The cool dude from the coldest industry rides his pride.

The Queen of the dark personifies the valour of our knight, who dares a duel with the velocity of sound(light would have been his bait but he is realistic!!). He is on a winning run.... The knight raises his flag, pronounces victory but alas, the Wind was bribed. He is robbed of his crown. The Wind has its last laugh.

Alas our champ without his winning crown.....

6.30 P.M : The best time in a rare day of work when you get the not so rare chance of hanging on in a jammed VOLVO, before the sun bade its finaly adieu. You pay the highest to be stocked together at the best. You still pile in with the hope to escape at the earliest from the shadows of the aluring structures which are the biggest revenue generators of the progressing nation..
With G'n'R jamming at its best through the earphones, you gaze outside. The world is free.
Lot of those you see there are ones who toil the hardest(nomenclature however has it as UNTRAINED labour ), clean up the mess we create, tidy up things for us to walk through, format the entire buildings that we walk around in our shopping spree. And yet, the hands which build, the strength that breeds , the precision that beautifies the plush terrains and malls we indulge in, are the very ones who are restricted the entry once the doing is done.. It is like the mother who is allowed access to a child as long as she is born and bred into a gorgeous lady. Once the world approves of her beauty, the mother's access expires, never to be renewed again.

2:30 P.M : 2 harworking Resources (Human ofcourse) pull out their covetted I10(for it will be so as long as chunks of their paltry salary goes to suffice the loan it is worth), in search of a tender coconut stall. The area of coverage is the tech hub of the IT capital of the nation. At the cost of half a litre of precious fuel, they finally succeed and sip on it with elated pleasure. Rare is a similar smile within the walls of the prospering company....

All in a Day's Work!!

A day in a not so unique living of an IT professional:

10:30 A.M : Monolog on an unknown technical gibberish. Bunch of dreamy(rather sleepy) eyes gazing at the projector screen and wondering in vain at the tenacity of the troubled trainer.

"Quit" it reads, on his forehead, almost in resonance to all the hearts beating in that very room.

How even the inanimate projector can spell out from the deepest emotions of man! U sit bemused......