Me Blogging

6:30 am, and I'm awake. For anyone who knows me, this is disturbing news. For those who know me too well, the only way this can happen is if I'm yet to sleep. But I'm awake, ready to face the day. I'm at Gurgaon, and I've to travel a few constellations to get to class in North Campus.

Welcome Kapashera border. Buses, drivers, conductors, potholes, cows and paan. I make my way towards the bus, and get on, narrowly missing a peeing cow. For the next half an hour, the bus doesn't move. Worse still, I'm greedy enough to stick on to the 10 rupee ticket I've bought. I'm too determined to make my ardous journey in this bus, whose driver is busy fighting with the other bus drivers. Half an hour and a bottle of water later, the bus decides to move.

Next stop: Dhaula Kuan. There is a bunch of chattering women waiting for this bus to come. They get on. They want to sit. The seated men make way for the garrulous ladies. The bus moves. 'Oops,' they realise, 'we've got on to the wrong bus.'We're cursing our luck already, and these women want the bus to stop so that they can get off. But women have a way of getting things their way, and not even being grateful about it. So the bus does stop, they do yell at the conductor, and they do alight. Meanwhile in the bus, the males they had displaced from their seats, battle to regain lost thrones.

A few naps later, its Connaught Place. Thats my stop, and I've almost missed it! There is a flurry of reactions, and I'm rushing out of an acclerating bus. I knew something was wrong the minute I woke up so early in the morning. I escape with a minor leg twist. A limp to the metro and a suspicious cop follow, but I'm finally within perceptable distance of North Campus.

I finally reach North Campus, but its only 9:30 am. A class is happening that no one attends. So essentially, I have nothing to do till 11:30. So I make my way to the rented roof in Indra Vihar, where I stay. But even after I reach there and have a bath and resist great temptation to mix some of the whiskey lying there, its still just 10:30. Another hour!

The cafe is usually a saviour in such situations, and thats where I headed. But by the time I reached there, it was already 11:15. Something like a half and half, too early to go to class and whoever sat in the cafe for just 15 minutes?

I'll skip the part about the classes. The important part was that they were over at 5:30 and again I have nothing to do. Worse, its Friday and I don't have class on Saturday and Sunday. For someone who can't find things to fill a few hours with, weekends are a dreadful prospect. I decide to head back to Gurgaon.

Now Di is planning to get married, not in the old fashioned way where the parents get the boy and they live happily ever after, but the modern fusion, where she chooses her suitor and the parents approve. And today was such a day. The suitor with the parents were to meet Di's parents. My situation in the whole affair was really dubious, so I decided to delay my reaching as much as possible.

But things went wrong again. The bus I got on to now was a superfast one. 48 minutes, and I;m at the Kapehera border. The same journey had taken 2 hours in the morning when there was lesser rush. Another 12 minutes and the rickshaw I took got me to the house I didn't want to enter. So I hurriedly paid him and ran away lest someone from the inside caught me and there was awkardness.

The real awkardness was still to begin though. I was close to home, but couldn't enter. And I had to find things to kill time. I walked to the nearest market. CDs could be rented, but nothing interesting. Phone calls, but to who? Its 10:00 pm right now and I'm still looking for things to do because the parents who'd come decided to stay for dinner. Most probably they were eating my dinner.

Then brilliance struck. I wrote a blog.