Let's sub it out

The 1^st two days of stepping in to the workplace were pretty boring. Some random guys just walked in and were talking about us evolving from ‘Hello World’ programmers to writing codes to launch rockets and stuff like that. The tech park looks damn depressing . The architect probably got bored after designing one building and he just cut copy pasted the same blue print for the rest of them . Tall 10 floored , tainted glass, peach colored structures stand in front of you all set to make your life gloomy with their dullness . Then let’s talk about food .The thali consists of various things just dumped together , tastes bland and the curd is limited , so that makes it worse.

Then suddenly ‘knock knock who’s there?’

‘Subway’

‘Subway who?’

‘Come in and I’m all set to surprise you’

I’ve spent most of my life ordering standard stuff like honey cake and veg puff in a bakery or Roti , paneer butter masala and fried rice in a restaurant ,.There’s beauty in monotony , take for instance Kalki Koechlin, who plays the role of a confused NRI girl with insane parents in both the movies she has acted (Dev D and Shaitaan) , leads this rather complicated life and ends up in disastrous situations , don’t we all love her for that?? Entering Subway makes you feel like you have entered unknown territory. I’ve avoided this place for so long because of the ads that say that place serves food with having less than 5 gms of fat. If your food has to be tasty , then it’s got to be fatty , oily and drippy.

Once you are here , you are spoilt with choices . You have little time to make this transition from a novice to a pro. The journey is pretty simple .You have to choose from a variety of breads , salads and sauces . All you’ve got to do is to ask your tongue as to what it feels like tasting at that point in time . There’s an online tutorial to help you out so that you don’t find yourself out of place over there. Believe me , this stuff is damn good . It’s filling , tasty ,feels heavenly and pretty healthy too. It’s the perfect kind of thing that you would want to have on a lazy , laid back evening . So , let’s sub it out!!

The Painter

He was a recluse on the run ,
a hippy on the highway
or just a painter who travelled incognito .
He was the McKinsey man in SEZ Gurgaon ,
watching the bar graphs reach out high
He would take notice of the numbers embedded in between ,
solve complex arithmetic .
Math gave life to these otherwise boring straight lines .
He was the Ranbaxy representative watching the pills fall from the closet ,
like he could have painkillers for lunch
Or the automobile spare part dealer in Faridabad
Painting out shades of grey and steel
Giving his work a raw and rustic feel
Sometimes the ruffian in Bengal,
Who had just woken up from the bloody street fights
Or just drowning himself in the cultural milieu
Watching the air take a snap of autumn on it
He would become breathless on Friday
Suffer from an invisible illness on Saturday
Run a marathon on Sunday
Run till a barbed wire fence separated civilization and madness
And then wait for the climax
And like every other story , his too would have a long climax
a long winding and an unending one
He would just sit there
Waiting for colors to fall from nowhere
And fill the void
Just like it would happen to those beautiful actresses
In those soft drink ads