After a ass grinding night shift involving sitting glued to the wheeled chair as the librarian in charge I managed to kick the students out five minutes early before closing time by making booming announcements on the PA address system in my Indian accented english (Pleejh vacate the premises..the libray is now klojed) and the students giving me a angered look on the way out for stealing their five minutes of their nobel prize winning literature survey.
I quickly closed the huge glass doors of the library bang shut. Flipped open my laptop checked to see the torrent download completion status of penthouse private affair volume 5; a dismal 50 percent completion status. Strapped on my sack; grabbed a chocolate chip cookie some dude had left in the common food shelf and rushed down the stairs. said a quick good night to the black night guard and headed out to the station. Randomly thumbing my ipod and munching the cookie and trying to move fast so that the dumb blonde co worker can’t catch up with me and involve me in a foolish small talk. Socha hai from rock on starts playing on the pod. And suddenly my pace slackens. I start taking small steps and look around. A cool and calm breeze is blowing. All my hairs are erect. A chill engulfs me. I cross my arms across my chest (dam these figure hugging t-shirts) and the t shirt below my belly begins to rise (damn ! i’m reminded of the infamous navel scene of Bhoomika from Kushi if only i had such a sexy navel..damn it ! perverted thoughts) ok ! so pulling down my shirt again to cover my navel. I look around. The breeze has rattled a few withered leaves in the area and they come crashing down on to the asphalt like paper rockets. A few land on my feet on the areas left uncovered by the g-string-thin straps of my sandals. I pick up a leaf. I observe the shade the of color. It is an yellow which I’ve never come across in any photoshop palette. I turn the leaf over. And marvel at the beauty of creation. A cool breeze is blowing again. Now instead of trying to generate some body heat I let the breeze chill me and thrill me. I experience a joy i’ve never had before. All the pressing issues on my mind become a distant memory of the future as I sway to the music and let the wind do it work and shower leaves on me. I enter he subway and there is a train there waiting to depart. I don’t know why but i feel compelled to make a dash know that the chances of me catching the train are slim but what the heck and I run. I make it to the door but i closes in my face. damnit! wait…the doors are opening again….some pneumatic fault…god bless incompetent Mechanical engineers. Caught up in the euphoria of making it into the train I suddenly realize that I’ve not seen the destination. But surprise of surprise the display board reads “’ A train to Lefferts Boulevard’ which is exactly where I want to go. The compartment is half full and I’m looking around for an empty seat and one materializes right before my eyes. And yes ! it’s a corner window seat. My favorite place in the whole train. The train is running local that means it’s gonna make more stops than usual. That is not the least of my worries. My ears are plugged; a book in my hands; a cookie in the bag ; a hottie sitting bang opposite to me. Man ! was I in heaven or what ?
WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
– W.H. Davies