Saturday, October 2, 2010

Can we rewrite yesterday please?...

Ok, I know a lot of people hate me but do you HAVE to get together on one day to get all your curses firing?



Whew, what a day yesterday. I started this post last night but I could barely hold back my tears and decided to curl up in bed with a good book instead(Have you read Samit Basu's Gameworld trilogy? In terms of SFF books with a bite, its right up there. I didn't even read an unknown book. I needed so much comfort)

Even today, well read and well rested I look back to yesterday with a little shudder and a grimace on my face.  My eyes turn up with an accusing look and I still whimper the words that became a part of yesterday's regular vocabulary. 

Are you up to hearing this sordid tale? Its not going to be pretty and I do not guarantee that you will not cry.


The day began as any other.

Pleasant dreams shattered by the door bell as the maid came in at the crack of dawn. And then I resettled into another set of pleasant dreams (dream set number 2 for the statistically minded). Everything was perfect. The gentle swish of  the ceiling fan. The warm embrace of my well used and slightly worn blanket. Diffused sunlight filtering through the curtains as if afraid to jar me from my slumber. Ah, bliss...

And then something clicked at the back of my subconscious and my eyes snapped open, wildly staring into the not-so-diffused light streaming in.

"Damn. Late again. Have to do something about daily dream set number 2"

Racing through the morning routine (no breakfast) I raced to my car. Then stopped in my tracks. Turned around, raced up to my house. Picked up the car keys. Turned around. Raced down to the car. I was still in control and driving out of the gate I thought I would still manage to reach with only a small delay from my usual entry time in office.

I swear I heard a little rumble in the skies. The Gods, in hindsight, were sniggering.

Now the regular route that I take to office is fairly straightforward and hardly any red lights. I reach office in around 20-25 minutes. However, today was going to be different. As I sailed through my regular route I saw this army truck bearing down on me as I was turning into a perpendicular road. It didn't seem to have any intention of slowing down so I did. That's my 'Golden Rule of Driving'. You might want to take notes here.

Do not get in the way of a truck.

Ah what an adage. Brilliant in its simplicity, yet so useful.

So, moving on, I let the 4 tonne hunk of momentum gaining metal take the turn first. As I eased behind it I had a couple of thoughts. The truck, it seemed, was just transporting one guy sitting at the back.

"What a waste of resources!" I thought.

The second was that it had a small learners 'L' apologetically painted at the back.

"Ah, so its a practice run for the driver. Show him the kind of challenges he could face in the battlefield. Nothing better than to let him loose on Bangalore roads for a real test of his skills in a just-about-slightly-less life threatening situation  than he was being trained to face. Good" I thought

Then, with a wry grin I accelerated on the left towards the turn I usually take for my workplace. But, and here's when things started going down, the turn was closed for some construction work As I slowed and moved past the turn I was cursing. It just had to happen on the day I was getting late.

And then it happened.

I have no clue how that truck appeared at my right rear side. Didn't I actually let it pass earlier? I heard the solid iron bumper of the truck dragging along the side of my beautiful beautiful car. The rear passenger window glass shattered and shards from it flew in. Another bump and the truck disengaged from the car and was on its way with no intention of even stopping to see the damage it had inflicted. I was a bit confused for a minute and in that time it raced away before I could gather my wits all I could see of the truck was a deep military green blur.
(I am a bit appalled.I just don't expect our armed forces to just run away. I guess the learning driver panicked but I am very disappointed I can't report his cowardly act of running away)

Fortunately, I wasn't injured. (Yes, you can keep the champagne back in the fridge. Yes you, I know who you are and I WILL hunt you down)

As if that wasn't enough when I gave my car at the workshop in the evening I left my house keys in it (Its not the first time its happening. As I enter the car I just stick the house key in the cigarette holder {I don't smoke and it seems such a waste to  not use that nook}and then promptly forget its existence till I reach home)

So 11:30 at night saw me hammering away at the surprisingly strong lock of my house. Finally after four five neighbors clustered around we finally managed to break the lock and I heaved a sigh as the day finally came to an end. 

I am not moving out of my house today. No sir, I've had a month's fill of incidents in a day.


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4 comments:

deepti said...

Bravo! Am glad that u lived to tell ur sordid story... Just so that we are all clear here- it wasn't me with the champagne ,ok?

Deepa said...
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Deepa said...

Maybe this would help?

http://hackedirl.com/2010/07/26/culture-jamming-win-band-aid/

Swapnil said...

Deepti: What can I say, chor ki daadi mein tinka!