Adjustments

..i saw the Capital city in the station when my train insisted “no further”. Though Delhi didn’t offer me bouquet but I gave a smile in return. Soon I realized the city is here to say ‘bye’ to some1 whom I know. Crowd pushed me forward but my baggages were dependent on my muscles. Plot of Bargain! 
Prices: not falsely but inaccurately charged. Sardarji Uncle nodded for Rs. 130 +A little Anguish.

However with Prakashji’s English class, started my internship! Distrust and Intuition made me walk a mile with a card to ATM. Two Photos, Signatures, Left finger impression, college Id, voter Id and don’t you have other identity proof? He asked like constabulary. Take my body and X-ray it now! 
Like Red Indians of America and Black people of Australia, with my baggage, I was trailed to a building and forced to live. Agni! I hate you... after a while ‘you have done enough’, I annexed…  Have to learn AdjustmentS with Zero excuse…

Adjustment: A task that never ends… My Mama says I do but my romantic zests hate it to the core. Be it with open baths or against Arrangements… I call it Death of the imagination- ‘An inability to accept the world in terms, other than the Establishment has set out for you…’ To go for and not to differ... Not to oppose but live with... Withal it was neither Covert Accusation nor Overt Provocation, to act differently rather it was Dilli’s strange way of saying ‘Hello’.