Good Morning Mr. Engineer.

The screeching morning alarm goes off,
It jolts me up, I get up with a scoff.
With bleary eyes I look around,Leaving scattered papers and cloths in his wake, my first flat mate is already gone.

The fan above me is a noisy beast,
I switch off "All Out",the fan stops with screech.
I utter a curse and rub my eyes,
The sun is already up in the sky.

Yawning and groggy I come out of my room,
I look for newspaper and my eyes zoom,
Ah! "The Hindu", its never promising,
Full of dry politics and naxalite uprising!!

I move towards sink and my feet falter,
"Where are u going mister, there is no water!!",
I hear my second room mate and turn around,
He is slurping cornflakes, sweet and warm.

He is all dressed up for office and sports a smile,
"Early bird gets water",he dares to sermonize!
I sneer,pick my brush and a mug of stored, dirty water,
From a bucket that is filled up to a quarter.

So a quarter full bucket and thats all I have,
To brush and bathe..ah..my morning is bad!
I remember six-sigma and its million discourses,
"Thou shalt effectively manage limited resources"!!

I have my brush and enter into the toilet,
I bathe and skip the intermediate step!
Thanks to office..we'll do it there,
We engineers, after all, have little to care!

The bucket is empty but I am still not done,
Wiping soap suds on body with a towel is no fun!
Water is over and my heart is bleeding,
For my dear third flatmate, who is blissfully sleeping!!

Amid sweltering heat, I switch on the fan,
When I spot the empty Bibo can.
I tumble it over a glass for at least one drop,
Nothing turns out, I look like a thirsty, late coming gauche.

Hoping against hope, I move towards fridge,
When I see inside, my lips quiver and my hands turn rigid.
Seven bottles on rack inside, yes, their number is plenty,
But the catch is that, they all are empty!

I grumble, mumble and mutter curses,
Alas there is none to listen my sweet verses!
My second flat mate has left long ago,
Third fellow is still on bed,now embracing his pillow.

I come down the building and further grieve,
When my maid smiles and tells me:"Sahab today I will be on leave".
Now,sitting beside driver in a shared auto,
I go philosophical and analyse my life's motto...

Away from home, among land lords who snare,
We live among people who really dont care.
Everything so costly,even basic amenities are rare..
Is the attitude really fair??

I jolt out of reflections, auto comes to a halt,
Before me stands "cyber Tower", elegant and tall...
"Mr. Engineer now stop the stupid talk"...
I hear my hearts voice and start my walk.

I move slowly,no trees,I am in the open,
Just 10AM and sky is like a huge oven.
I gather my courage and onwards I hurl..
Until I reach the gates of Cyber Pearl.

Welcome to glass n concrete jungle,thats your destiny,
Life seems to be one dreary monotonous journey.
Thus coming to office, thirsty and without a proper bath,
I bear the travails of a "Hi-Tech-bachelor-Engineer" at Hyderabad!