The Two Halves
The Two Halves
Driving the car from my porch, in a jiffy,
To reach the entrance of the door,
I practically go through each task of the to-do list
Well imprinted on my brain
and mark a green tick to the ones already completed.
It's been 45 minutes of driving
And I haven't even reached halfway.
The kind of math I don't like to do.
A traffic jam out of nowhere
Breaks my current calculation,
And floods my head with all dissy thoughts
Consisting of- damning my fate,
Thinking whose face I saw first while waking up,
Soon realizing it was my own
And in seconds, reaching to the deep ends of self-doubt.
Just when a group of three kids,
Come horsing around on a bike
Wearing football jersey.
I look at them from the side window of my BMW.
One of them cracks a joke
And all three break into laughter.
A verbose, carefree, cool laughter.
Reminding me of the time
When I used to be the co-captain of the college team
With my long lost dream
Of putting India
On the map of Global Football League.
As the traffic cleared,
I broke in two parts,
Where the crabby office machine stayed back,
The vivacious half went with them.
The office champ in his BMW,
Still analyses a conflict
Whether he blew his chances
Or
Did the chances blow him up?