On my way to work - Ground Report

Its 9:00 in the morning I just got dressed, had 
breakfast then sat with my wife and my dear daughter 
to a say a word of prayer before we all start off for 
our day. Sweet kisses were blown, good byes were said 
and I revved up my little car. I had to give 
miss-calls to three of my colleagues so that they 
would all wait for me at their doorsteps. Winding my 
way through d-block, f-block and h-block I pick them 
all up and we head towards my office. We have agreed 
to a car pool arrangement so we all stick together and 
reach back home also together. We are a curious bunch 
as I work in .Net (IT jargon – its just a language 
like we speak in Hindi / English computers understand 
a different language from ours e.g. – Java, .Net, C, 
C++, etc.), one of the colleague works in Java, 
another one works in VB and then one is from HR. 
Leaving Vikas puri we enter Janak puri were we 
regularly fuel-up from the b-block petrol pump 
sometimes with embarassing incidents like petrol pump 
guy asking – sir kya apne kadi company me laga rakhi 
hai kya (Sir have you put your vehicle on some kind of 
a company duty) and some other times peacefully making 
our way to Jail road from the Hari Nagar depot 
crossing. Now we settle back for a long and hopefully 
a peaceful ride, person sitting in the front left has 
to act as the R.J by putting on the music system and 
switching to appropriate FM stations so that we get to 
hear max songs and less of advertisements. We all have 
varied taste in listening to the music while I can 
listen to western pop, western classical, Christian, 
Hindi music to even news and other special programs on 
National channel others are not so flexible they 
prefer their standard Hindi music or Punjabi stuff. 
Though the ride is smooth for car its really crazy for 
the ears as it tries to make sense of the constant <script type="text/javascript"><!–
D(["mb"," ntraffic noise, chit chat chatter of the occupants, and nnon stop radio playing FM. Soon we have climbed up the nDelhi cantt fly-over and I am looking down with a nchild like excitement towards my left just to catch a nglimpse of a passing train. I miss the trains so much. nI find traveling in train to be a different world all ntogether. There is never a time when I look at a train nand don’t feel overjoyed. I have a collection of nwallpapers of trains of different kinds and colors. nJust looking at one of these huge machines on a nmorning hours brightens my day. Soon we take left from nThimaya park round about (sorry its no more a round nabout but they have made it into a regular four way ncrossing) famous for immoral trafficking under the nwatchful eyes of police trafficking we move on to Brar nsquare. Soon we pass under the swanky flyovers of nDhaula Kuan making our way on the ring road to find nthe ARSD College on our right reminding us of our ncollege days (It specially reminds me of Giriraj my nschool mate who did his B.Sc Physics (H) from here). nAdjacent to ARSD College is the Venkateswara College nthat used to have best rock shows in the south Delhi ncampus during our times. Slightly inside is the Moti nLal Nehru college were I myself studied (this also nreminds me of another friend Cheeru or Sriram who also nstudied from here). On the other side and somewhat nmore interior is the Jesus and Marry College where nHephzibah and her friends studied. By this time we nhave set up a steady pace and are climbing flyovers none by one, Moti bagh flyover, Hyatt flyover, nSafdarjung enclave flyover, AIIMS flyover, South EX nflyover, and finally the Ashram flyover. At this point nwe leave ring road and branch off to the DND – flyway. nIt’s a smooth ride on the toll road over the Yamuna nriver with one stoppage were you flash your monthly npass (DND – card) bringing the toll road to an end at nRajnigandha chok on the Noida side. From here on the",1]
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traffic noise, chit chat chatter of the occupants, and 
non stop radio playing FM. Soon we have climbed up the 
Delhi cantt fly-over and I am looking down with a 
child like excitement towards my left just to catch a 
glimpse of a passing train. I miss the trains so much. 
I find traveling in train to be a different world all 
together. There is never a time when I look at a train 
and don’t feel overjoyed. I have a collection of 
wallpapers of trains of different kinds and colors. 
Just looking at one of these huge machines on a 
morning hours brightens my day. Soon we take left from 
Thimaya park round about (sorry its no more a round 
about but they have made it into a regular four way 
crossing) famous for immoral trafficking under the 
watchful eyes of police trafficking we move on to Brar 
square. Soon we pass under the swanky flyovers of 
Dhaula Kuan making our way on the ring road to find 
the ARSD College on our right reminding us of our 
college days (It specially reminds me of Giriraj my 
school mate who did his B.Sc Physics (H) from here). 
Adjacent to ARSD College is the Venkateswara College 
that used to have best rock shows in the south Delhi 
campus during our times. Slightly inside is the Moti 
Lal Nehru college were I myself studied (this also 
reminds me of another friend Cheeru or Sriram who also 
studied from here). On the other side and somewhat 
more interior is the Jesus and Marry College where 
Hephzibah and her friends studied. By this time we 
have set up a steady pace and are climbing flyovers 
one by one, Moti bagh flyover, Hyatt flyover, 
Safdarjung enclave flyover, AIIMS flyover, South EX 
flyover, and finally the Ashram flyover. At this point 
we leave ring road and branch off to the DND – flyway. 
It’s a smooth ride on the toll road over the Yamuna 
river with one stoppage were you flash your monthly 
pass (DND – card) bringing the toll road to an end at 
Rajnigandha chok on the Noida side. From here on the <script type="text/javascript"><!–
D(["mb"," nentire stretch to office is punctuated by a series of ntraffic lights at regular intervals. At each of these ntraffic lights you will find lots of self made nmarketing guys from rags trying to sell car dusters, ndusting cloth, tissue paper boxes, funny looking toys, nrose flowers, balloons, Indian flags, and yes the nlatest from the literary world (Dan Browns, Jeffery nArcher, Paul Cohelo, etc.). Aah how can I miss the nmost omnipresent community (babu paise dede re, nbhagwan bhala karega, tumara joda banayega, abe driver nse kya mangta hai memsab se mangna, etc. etc.) of our ncountry, yes I mean the beggars. No matter what the ntime or what the place they seem to be waiting for you neverywhere. Some would be carrying a small baby with nthem while others would start cleaning your car with nthose horrible clothes they have. Most of the people nignore them while some are more charitable. I seem to ndwindle between the two, never sure when to be ncharitable and when to be rude. Every time one of them ncomes up to my car I dread to face them. If I were to ngive two rupees to each one who came-up to my window I nwould have shelled out approximately one hundred nrupees (10 signals, approx 5 beggars per signal – 10 x n5 x 2) by the time I reached my office. That would be na total of two hundred a day, (23 x 200) 4600 rupees nin a month. But then I remember what Jesus said - n"(Mat 5:42) To him that asks of thee give, and from nhim that desires to borrow of thee turn not away" and nI am torn at my heart for the spirit is willing but nthe body is not, the heart is willing but the mind is nnot. I know there are many that would say that giving narms to beggars only makes there plight worst, or it nactually encourages begging, or that they actually ncommit atrocities on little children so as to invoke npity in our sight or its just not practical to give narms to every beggar you find. I know only one thing ",1]
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entire stretch to office is punctuated by a series of 
traffic lights at regular intervals. At each of these 
traffic lights you will find lots of self made 
marketing guys from rags trying to sell car dusters, 
dusting cloth, tissue paper boxes, funny looking toys, 
rose flowers, balloons, Indian flags, and yes the 
latest from the literary world (Dan Browns, Jeffery 
Archer, Paul Cohelo, etc.). Aah how can I miss the 
most omnipresent community (babu paise dede re, 
bhagwan bhala karega, tumara joda banayega, abe driver 
se kya mangta hai memsab se mangna, etc. etc.) of our 
country, yes I mean the beggars. No matter what the 
time or what the place they seem to be waiting for you 
everywhere. Some would be carrying a small baby with 
them while others would start cleaning your car with 
those horrible clothes they have. Most of the people 
ignore them while some are more charitable. I seem to 
dwindle between the two, never sure when to be 
charitable and when to be rude. Every time one of them 
comes up to my car I dread to face them. If I were to 
give two rupees to each one who came-up to my window I 
would have shelled out approximately one hundred 
rupees (10 signals, approx 5 beggars per signal – 10 x 
5 x 2) by the time I reached my office. That would be 
a total of two hundred a day, (23 x 200) 4600 rupees 
in a month. But then I remember what Jesus said - 
"(Mat 5:42) To him that asks of thee give, and from 
him that desires to borrow of thee turn not away" and 
I am torn at my heart for the spirit is willing but 
the body is not, the heart is willing but the mind is 
not. I know there are many that would say that giving 
arms to beggars only makes there plight worst, or it 
actually encourages begging, or that they actually 
commit atrocities on little children so as to invoke 
pity in our sight or its just not practical to give 
arms to every beggar you find. I know only one thing 
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//–></script>that they are poor and I am supposed to face them and 
extend my hands to help them because I can afford it. 
Some even say that they are actually richer than us 
and are actually into business of begging so that they 
don’t have to work. Then I ask to myself does it 
matter weather they are well off or poor, if they are 
cheating on me or not. Who am I to judge them, for the 
judgment is the Lord’s? They will answer for their 
actions one day to their Creator meanwhile I have been 
asked to help them who are needy and poor. With dread 
and confusion I make it through last of the traffic 
signal and reach my office parking. Its 10:30 am I 
press my finger against the finger print scanner for 
my attendance and another day at work as just begun

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