way back home!

For those who take sadist pleasure in my discomfort I bring to you another blog post of the same day (1st July 2010) on my way back.

No doubt I had an ‘interesting’ trip to office according to people who read my blog and found time to send a quick sms to me.. (by the way thanks!), but what also came true is the fact that I had a very ‘interesting’ trip home too!

I left office around 5:30 pm. As I stepped out, woah! It was pouring! And it was so damn windy! I looked at the sky, then the people, then myself and finally my chappals! Yea chappals because these chappals have a track record of not surviving water, and giving away right when am in trouble! But yea am an idiot and I still get them repaired and wear them for I love these chappals!

So I had no choice but to pray I make it home with these chappals..and I did..
I made my way through the traffic, with wind blowing at its fastest speed..my umbrella often pulled me back as I tried to make my way through. (ps had a real tough time!) I reached the main road and woah it was jammed…and the mud that is kept outside our office had taken its worst shape! My chappal often got stuck in the wet mud and gave me a real hard time.

BUS 1:
When I reached the bus stop, I hopped in the very first bus for two reasons A) it was not full B) it was pouring and I was wet! It turned out that all the seats were super wet except for one seat—guess which one? (hehee) next to the conductor ;) so I sat next to the conductor again, and this conductor was super talkative!
He commented on my sms speed, my bad luck of not being in a company that gives cab service, his bad luck of being conductor in a Non AC bus, our bad luck of living in the city with no rainfall (guess he referred to Delhi because it was pouring in gurgaon!) and the havoc that comes with the rains!
In all this conversation, I dint get to know when Dhaula Kuan came, and it was not at all raining there. The clouds had covered the sun, there were signs of drizzles, but no rain. I then waited for my next bus.

BUS 2:
Am happy to report there was no happening incidence during my 2nd bus ride.

BUS 3:
I got on to a different bus route. The conductor told me the bus took the usual route only but had just changed its number for it was extended after Lajpat. I hopped on to the bus, very happy that I got a seat (next to the window and the weather was awesome!) when I opened my wallet to purchase the ticked (o fish!) I dint have change. Had only a 500 Rs note..  I knew the conductor would sulk, and crib and not even have the change! This wasn’t going to work this way..so I searched for change in my bag.

Now for those who don’t know, I have a huge red bag, which has no pockets inside. So all my stuff is kept inside loose and I have this bad habit of throwing my change in rather than keeping it in the wallet. So I started searching in my bag, but the contents were quite irritating. So I started keeping my stuff on the seat. First my notebook, then shades, then scraf, then tiffin, then water bottle, then medicines, then comb (:p) so on and on. My ticket costs 10 bucks and I got 8 bucks change :( so I had no choice but to ask the conductor..8re ya 500? He cribbed and got irritated but took the 500 to give me 490 back!

When I got off at Lajpat, the weather was amazing, I was already late to meet the photographer who was to cover my dad’s surprise party, parivardhan and I had had a fight (after ages :p) and I had my earphones. So for the next 2 kms I decided walk..and I did.

Lisning to music, enjoying the cool breeze, smiling ll the way, even humming a bit, I finally reached home-half drenched and half dry.

That was my ‘pehli tareek’