When we are young,
Whole world is at arm’s length,
Imitating as Pilot, Doctor,
Astronaut, Scientist,
Artist, Player, Writer,
Are our leisure games,
Because
Everything seems achievable,

As we enter the pressure cooker,
The steam of life,
Start working it’s wonder,
It softens the goal
To a nine to five job

The first whistle is of school,
Homework, toppers, peer pressure,
Suggestions from all directions,
Develops confusion,
With fear of failure,
You loose hope,

The second whistle is of college,
When we have exposure blast,
With no discipline policing,
We indulge in bad habits,
And revolve around,
Banging our head on wall,

The third whistle is of job,
Where you find no link,
Between your past and present,
Education suddenly becomes useless,
Life becomes a timetable,
Chasing after materialistic goals,

The fourth whistle is marriage,
Settling down with wife,
With responsibilities on shoulder,
We put off the gas and let it cook,
With hobbies on back burner,

After the cooling off period,
Suddenly your silver jubilee occurs,
Kids bring back old memories,
And you open a Pandora’s box of aspiration,
And realise that when lid is finally removed
Life has become a potpourri !