Friday, August 11, 2006

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…

4 comments:

  1. Nice snaps man!
    I Must agree with you man, B-school life is nothing short of Uneventful!

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  2. ~laughs~

    Waiting for you to top that list..

    :)

    ..Me

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  3. Ha ha...bhai, hota hai...aise "acche" din sabke aate hain...

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  4. well mere 5 working days mein se atleast 3 days aise hi exceptional hote hain..I can understand.. :-)

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