Anger - Lost my Army

My anger is my own enemy. I have often lost opportunities and friends owing to anger. But my angers, to my conscience , were always right, though I lose the war and left with no army. I have decided to serve a new army with a renewed spirit. No anger, no protest, no answer back. Attitude pays. I am considered a dependable soul. But as usual very often I come back to myself. There, somewhere, a bell rings.... I have to stay on... no more running around.
The driver became a Manger- nothing wrong. In fact commendable. However, if the driver carries his alter ego with him, he will make life around him miserable.Otherwise good going.

July is coming to an end. Today it rained in Lodi Road. The morning whether was unbearably sultry. In fact, on Wednesday I carried a towel to wipe sweat.

Kawads have taken good one week. Today was the hang over. The entire GT Road was blocked by waiting trucks.
Kawads have served their purpose. They had good meals for a week. They were left with a promise to luxury in heaven. Their masters have served their purpose too. They ensured vote bank. Sants and Pandits had great days. They enjoyed the week with all they could gather.

Marx rightly said, religion is opium to minds. Religions irrespective of their colour and origin, be it Christian, Hindu, Islam or any, keep flocks within the vicious circle of their self serving rituals. The more the illiterate, the more the flab to the body of the religions. Wherever he belongs, the poor is served with the servents. The master is master.