JUST ANOTHER DAY

@The Entry Point
In this World human beings have become dependant upon crappy piece of papers and flashy smart cards for their identity . Mess with any of your PAN CARD,DL CARD,ACCESS CARD,RATION CARD,PROXIMITY CARD,PASSPORT ,BANK PASS BOOK et al .and the next day people may reject recognizing you .The truth is You are just a number, just an array of binary data punched on to a chip, a Black n White piece of paper. In compliance with the aforesaid consequences and given the authority of the security guard to strip me off my dignity publicly as and when he wants lest he finds any abnormal protrusions on my body curves while I stand on the altar just to get frisked by him,by his hands,by the beeping scanning machine, I produce my ID to prove its same me from the yesterday.
I pass on a grin to the guard and brush past him..

@The Cafeteria
It’s a long day and the CLIENT(read: my highly developed gastro-intestinal system) is demanding some input TEST CASES(read: food) of all that could be tried .So owing to the Demanding client and supply chain request I scroll down the Primary menus and the secondary menus which took me just another 15 minutes to choose my next probable diet for the hour considering my low fat ,low cash wallet. The queue pretends to move, a performance bug I guess. After another 10 minutes I get the coupon slashing 45 bucks down . When asked for the order the caterer replies ‘Sir,your food request has been queued in at our terminal to be processed and compiled by our certified cooks ,due to inadequate supply of the third party ingredients it will be just another 10 minutes Sir before it gets compiled and downloaded on to your table’. After 10 minutes…..Hmmm….loading…loading…loading 100%complete….yummy…a burp…

@The Traffic
While(Not Home&&time>=90mins)
{ Way back, I am busy performing my special art of sliding down the window seat ,coil up and put my legs almost above the head of the colleague sitting ahead in the evening shuttle , and take up a quantum(usually 20 mins) of my unfinished sleep. Awakened by sudden sub-conscious call ,I find myself parked in a huge long garage having every kinds of vehicles ,having restaurants and shopping malls by the side,having neon-signboards, having a two-way lane(perhaps for the exit),and a shimmering disco-light flashing RED out of the three primary colors in its possession..damn..shit..f**k u B***re….Its the traffic Light..I m not yet home.
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The traffic of Bangalore is running at the whims and fantasies of a three-eyed monster…the TRAFFIC LIGHT..