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In the faster lane...

Another twist to the tale... Another gimmick offered by life...
Now it's a battle for three months, ramping up things that have been left dangling... Clearly life asks for more than what I have to offer. Have been impressed by Malcolm Gladwell and his articles in the New Yorker. That is what journalism is all about. That is how I should have been. It is not a comment on Have's and Have Not's. It is a question of will and I have to get the will back.

Zindagi yun huee basar tanha, Qaafila saath aur safar tanha,
Apne saaye se chaunk jaate hain, Umr guzari is kadar tanha.
Raat bhar bolte hain sannaate, Raat kaati koi kidhar tanha,
Din guzartaa nahin logon mein, Raat hoti nahin basar tanha.

I have to get back to the faster lane and I will do it, come what may. I realize that I need to gear up and get all that I deserve to. A toast to things that are to come.

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