The story of 25%

And it's that time of the year when you swear hard at life.....The biggest party of the year is calling upon you....that also home ground....and you are forced to turn a deaf year to the lures of indulgence....Friends are getting married....Friends' bothers are getting married.....Brothers are coming home for far away lands.....With new born members of the family....And I just sit in my fuzzy cubicle....with half-formulated dreams....Desperate to go home....And seeing my plans being massacred by 25%....Now naturally, you who is reading this, would probably wonder what 25% am I taking about....But that not the point of this discussion....The point is I am sad....And I have only one apple on my desk when I want to eat many of them....And the qawali at the Dargah at Hazrat Nizzamuddin Aulia starts in another 1 hour....I want to be there.....I can't......because of twenty five stupid percent..... I need a house to stay in.....I need new shoes.......I need a new job.....I need a car.....Thankfully life.....That I have one.....And I will gladly keep it.