I cant see you

Sansaar ki har shai ka;

itna hi fasana hai

ik dhundh ne aaana hai ;

ik dhundh ne jana hai ....
Most of you,I am sure have not heard this song...its from some old movie where a sleazy killer arrives in a fog and murders people.Now,before you get alarmed and switch blogs..I am not planning a plot spoiler stint of "who turns out to be the culprit" in the movie..Its just that each day for the last two weeks..I have been convincing myself with this song..rather the last line of it to be more specific.
Not that I am new to this fog thing...In my college days I absolutely loved it when I came home from the hot-hot south maharashtrian towns.......it provided me a perfect excuse to skip morning walks and sleep till late.When I worked in Gurgaon...I found the fog way too romantic...a kind of cloud in which you could kind of lose yourself for hours....surrounded by misty sercrets of nature...wondering what lay ahead....Most of the poems I wrote on winters had fog as one of the central themes.
In Pune,I missed it......like I missed winters...I would wistfully tell my friends that "this city just dosen't know the beauty of a fog...and the freedom of getting lost in it."
Unfortunately,the poet and the romantic in me has died a pragmatic death in the last couple of weeks...Cursed that I am to work nights for the last couple of months and more time to come..Every day ,either the cabs get cancelled....with all of us arguing with the company transport that visiblity is not "as less as it seems to be".....or worse...we have to wait till wee hours in the morning when the visiblity changes from zero to 1. Teeth chattering, bodies shivering....we look around praying for strong gusts to blow this nuisance of a blinding cloud away..
If and when we get the cab,thats worse...since people from all over the world are clubbed with you to go home...when you drop someone at his place, you forget your way back and keep going in circles till you recognise some road to your deliverance.Couple of days back a colleague boarded the cab from office at 2:30 am ...lost her way ...kept trying to find her place for two hours,gave up, came back to office ...and left in the morning.
But four of us(me and my cabmates),I must add, are a valiant lot...We fight and scream and ransack other people's cabs..Once on board, we stick our heads out from all four directions(forget the fact that the only thing visible is neon boards) and try to guide the driver....each day when we reach home...it feels like an accomplishment.

I can't see you

I can't feel you ..

Do we exist at all?

(sung by Simone simons of the symphonic band Epica...felt by people lost in fog on their way home)