Haai ree meri kismet

You know, some people have this uncanny knack of the getting into trouble without having to make much effort for it. If ever there is a merit list being made of such people, you would definitely see so many familiar names for instance; Sorrow ‘big mouth’ Ganguly, Natwar ‘Oil’ Singh, Jagmohan ‘CAB’ Dalmiya, Jaswant ‘Mole’ Singh, , Rakhi ‘Mika’ Sawant, John ‘Indian Summers’ Wright et al. By the way, I see a very familiar name positioned not far behind Ganguly and just a sniffing distance away from Rakhi. Mine. But I assure all of you and cheeku all the more that I have a better sense of self control then Mika.

Nevertheless, I do get into trouble. With ease. Just this morning I woke up to a not so different morning. Everything was pretty familiar. I mean I woke up when the alarm rang, I stopped it and slept again. I woke up again when cheeku took the blanket off me. Then I folded my self in a serpentine fashion and slept again. I woke up again when she shouted out loud in my ears. Then I took the pillow and put it on my ears, covered my face and slept again. Then I woke up finally when she put my fingers in a hot cup of tea. This I dint sleep coz things were getting hotter you see. After 25 mins I saw myself neatly dressed and combed (Things actually have changed after marriage) all set to leave for the Insti. You see, it was a usual morning, but only till here.

I went out of the flat, climbed down two floors, realized I had forgotten the keys and climbed back again to get ‘em. Then I went out again, climbed down, reached the main gate of the building and it started raining. Yeah, you guessed it right, I dint have an umbrella. Well, in Bombay you can expected all things to go wrong when you least want them to. I challenge you wont find a public toilet when you’ve got the nature’s call, so you would take a auto, rush back home, answer all the calls and guess what you see right in front of you on your way back at the same place from where you started a small room with a “Sulabh Shouchalaya (Public Toilet)” board hanging on it. Anyway, I was determined to not go back to the flat to pick up an umbrella and so I rushed out to find an auto. For a change, I did find one in reasonable time.

But then, when hard luck makes love to you, it makes sure the climax is a delayed and lasting one. So then just before a flyover the rickshaw walla informs me he has broken some clutch wire and he can’t climb the flyover. Shittt, was the first thing I pronounced. Nevertheless, intellectually acute that I am, I immediately thought of a simple solution; to payoff this rick-walla and get into another one. Outside the rick, it was pouring heavily. I saw an empty rick passing-by I stopped it and thought that’s it, I am done. As I as I moved my hand towards my rear pocket I realized I was actually done. There was no wallet in my back pocket. I called back home to check whether cheeku is still around and if she could come atleast halfway to help only to find a ‘no answer’. Finally, I took the same rick home took the wallet. My prudential safe came into play by then and I took an umbrella just to make sure things don’t get worse. I paid off the rick and took another one to reach the insti 15 mins late. For a change, I had some fortune; I had company of another of my class mate and somehow I was allowed inside as well.

Just as I right this blog I realized, it hasn’t rained today from the moment I picked up my umbrella. You see, that’s Mumbai for you…