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<<<>>>Dreams squashed to a rubble!!

Vinod-was amongst those youths who in their very formative years migrate to the metropolitan city of Bombay, now Mumbai with parachute laden dreams in their eyes, with the earnest desire of being a denizen of "Lokhandwala or Nariman Point",the posh colony out there besides garnering heaps of wealth,but seldom do they realise that they r missing out on something vital in the life, so vital that the gratitude bestowed by their flair & destiny looks like a bane to them.............

It took Vinod approx. 10 years to be well settled in Mumbai.Being a civil engineer in one of the major construction company,he was content with the subtle life he was living. Several accomplices,both in and outside office but no time as of yet to share his feelings with,that was it. He worked incessantly dedicating himself to the process of minting money. But still at the end of the day,he was a lone ranger in this murkier world and was more than content with his destiny and workaholic nature.

The corporate juggernauts are known for their cunniving nature.Even the so called friends at workplace are crooked rivals.And it so transpired that Vinod was drawn into a well fabricated controversy of passing substandard materials to its construction site and had to leave the job with the pressure building up from all sides......

Mr. Abdul Kalam had rightly retortingly remarked once-
"Always love your job,never your company because you never know when it stops loving you"


Finding a status quo job in the city is like finding a pin in the haystick,with the result that he remained unemployed for a long interlude during which he had minimal of acquaintances offering moral support.His wealth and his self confidence dwindled to a new low. This was when he felt that he had done more harm than good by his reluctance to spend time with his acquaintances.It would have been a different story altogether.Spending joyous times could or couldnt have averted this disaster though,but still the pain and loneliness arising from it could've been subsided.

His all tinsel town dreams had been grounded and squashed to a rubble.

Man choses his own destiny presumably and cant blame anyone except himself.....

Life has indeed a very questionably weird way of getting you to appreciate what you have.This qualm struck Vinod when he was expecting the least !!

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