Going out for some quick eatout late night can be an experience in itself....
It was 11:30PM and after finishing the development of a simple website my stomach began to growl and complain of emptiness. Then I realised that I had skipped my dinner that night. There's a bhurji stall on the corner of our street. The night was cool here in Pune and I thought it would be a nice 10 minute stroll. I called up Vijay to ask if he could accompany but he had exams the other day. So I decided to go alone as it was too late to call Archana to join me.
The lane where I stay has ample street lights which can easily allow me to spot any insects before they get too close. This time of the year having ample street lights is important especially when reptiles are out in large numbers and also with an open grassy field nearby increasing a chance of ending up one in front of me. Last year I had a close encounter with a rattler, but that's a story for another day.
I stay in a city area where the lane is full of cement jungle except the only grassy field left here. There is some construction going on the other side and that part of area is mostly dark during night. I was on my way and could see a small lantern on the bhurji stall round the corner which beckoned me like a lawyer to an accident.
I carefully crossed the road as ending up being dashed by a rash driver at night is becoming very common here these days. As I stepped close to the stall I realized that I was the lone customer which means fast service. The aroma of BHURJI was surrounding me and I was hungry as ever. A frail young boy of about 16 years of age was sitting just next to the stall and was trying to read a book in the dim street light. He glanced up from his book and asked me what I would like to have. I ordered a double Bhurji and he started to prepare it.
I was right in the middle of explaining to the young boy on the ingredients I would like as a police car stopped right next to me. A fat police burst open the door and stepped next to me. This guy was a tall and hefty fellow with a tummy as big as pregnant women may have. The police struck his Laathi on the young boy's legs and asked for his stall licence. The boy started to pledge and asked to let him go as he was a very poor fellow and had to work on odd shifts for his daily bread. My proximity to the police allowed my nostrils to be assailed by his pungent body odour. It reminded me of the time I smelled a tiffin box when I had opened it 3 days later.
The young boy started to sweat profusely, and he was shaking with fear. The police struck one more shot with his laathi on the young boy's other feet. I tried to interrupt to ask not to hit the poor fellow but the police asked me to stay out of this. The young boy emptied the small cash counter and handed the cash to the police. The police quickly collected all the cash and asked me to go home and not to stay out too late. He rushed into his car and drove away.
The young boy had already busted into tears and somehow handed the bhurji to me in a plate. As I started to eat I asked him, "Why don't you apply for a license?". He said, it was of no use as they ask for huge bribe money just to issue a license. Also a license does not guarantee that your earnings will be safe from police. Tears dripped down his cheeks as he told this to me. He continued that he was trying hard to save money so that he could pay fees for his education but the policemen never gave him a chance to save much.
He continued, "I was one of the toppers in our state in last year's 10th standard board exam, but had no money to apply for admission so had to help my father with his work."
"I want to study but I guess there is no place for poor people in the world."
I was listening to his comments and could hardly finish the bhurji after that. I took out my wallet and asked how much I had to pay. He said that the double bhurji was for Rs 20. I took out a 50 rupee note and asked him to keep the rest. He refused and said,
"Sir, I want to save the money which I have earned, and not by someone just giving it by listening to my sad story. Please take your 30rupees. Thank you and do come again."
I was shell shocked and could hardly concentrate on my way back home. I slipped into the bed but continuously thinking about the incident.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Things to do before I die
1) Watching Wildebeest crossing Mara river to reach Serengiti lands.
2) An overnight Hot air balloon ride from one country to other.
3) Skydive
4) To start an orphanage which will house atleast 1000 kids.
5) Go fishing with an inflatable boat on Agonda beach.
6) Become financially free and retire at the age of 35.
7) Make love in a tent on the butterfly islands.
8) Flying a hired plane from California flying club.
9) Build a go-kart which can go at atleast 100kph.
10) Be a part of a band as a lead guitarist.
11) Telling someone the story of my life, sparing no details.
12) Learn not to say yes when you really mean no.
13) Teach an illiterate to read.
14) Spend a night in a haunted house -- by myself.
15) Make a complete and utter fool of myself.
16) Learn to juggle with three balls.
17) Overcome my fear of going near a waterbody at night.
18) Scuba dive off Australia's Great Barrier Reef.
19) Play roulette in Vegas
20) Reflect on my greatest weakness, and realize how it is my greatest strength.
21) Become a world famous stock market investor.
22) Set out and live for a month without a single penny.
23) Learn salsa.
24) Dance in Brazil's carnival.
25) Take a African safari.
26) Making friends and living with the indigenous tribes in the amazon forest.
And many more to come.....
2) An overnight Hot air balloon ride from one country to other.
3) Skydive
4) To start an orphanage which will house atleast 1000 kids.
5) Go fishing with an inflatable boat on Agonda beach.
6) Become financially free and retire at the age of 35.
7) Make love in a tent on the butterfly islands.
8) Flying a hired plane from California flying club.
9) Build a go-kart which can go at atleast 100kph.
10) Be a part of a band as a lead guitarist.
11) Telling someone the story of my life, sparing no details.
12) Learn not to say yes when you really mean no.
13) Teach an illiterate to read.
14) Spend a night in a haunted house -- by myself.
15) Make a complete and utter fool of myself.
16) Learn to juggle with three balls.
17) Overcome my fear of going near a waterbody at night.
18) Scuba dive off Australia's Great Barrier Reef.
19) Play roulette in Vegas
20) Reflect on my greatest weakness, and realize how it is my greatest strength.
21) Become a world famous stock market investor.
22) Set out and live for a month without a single penny.
23) Learn salsa.
24) Dance in Brazil's carnival.
25) Take a African safari.
26) Making friends and living with the indigenous tribes in the amazon forest.
And many more to come.....
Monday, September 7, 2009
Life is not always easy....
3rd Jan 1990
The big day arrived, I waiting anxiously outside the operation theatre; the doors flew open and a nurse came out. She had a quiet normal behaviour and I was waiting for her to announce good news. She came near me and said a baby boy was born, my face got lighted with joy and happiness, the prayers had been answered. oh! But there was something else that the nurse had to tell me. She said, “The baby is born with his heart outside the chest, he is in “critical but stable” state. This situation is called Ectopia Cordis where the heart develops outside the body and the baby does not have a sternum. The sternum protects us from impacts, hence he should never play impact sports.” I was moved listening to that and was not sure what should I ask her.
My wife and I had already thought about the name “Anshuman” when she was admitted to the hospital. At birth, Anshu weighed 9 pounds and 2 ounces, and was 21 inches long. On further information we got to know that the heart was pumping normally. The aorta went from his heart straight into his chest. On our approval, Doctors wrapped his heart in Gore-Tex, plus a layer of his own skin, and gradually moved it inside his body. They said when he is a bit older, about six months, pieces of his ribs will be grafted across his chest to create a makeshift sternum. Geeta (My wife) was all fine, after the delivery.
Anshu became stable after the operation and everything seemed to be fine for the moment. A few days later we were allowed to take Geeta and Anshu home with a list of Dos and Dont’s and how to protect him from any impact. We got the heart guard which used to be belted to him all the time to protect it. Months and years flew by and Anshu started to walk and talk a bit. Everything was normal. He started to go to school and days were just flowing by. He developed interest in cricket but to be on a safer side, he was not allowed to play with outside kids. The kids also used to tease him and sometimes ignore him. Anshu used to get very depressed with no friends around. Geeta and me used to play with him in our lawns with me being a blower and Anshu as batsmen. He used to enjoy a lot and life seemed to be normal all after that.
4th Aug 2003
Anshu was 13 years old and was in in 7th standard. He was quiet a brilliant student and used to stand in top 5 students of his class. He was a great fan of cricket, though he was not allowed to play outside but he used to very keenly watch the matches on TV. As per a general check-up, we had taken him to the hospital on that day. As we were waiting for the reports, the doctor called me inside and asked me to sit down. He seemed to sound very serious. He said that they have detected a bone cancer in Anshu’s reports and an operation is immediately needed. I was in a state of shock and was totally confused. We admitted him and the operation was carried on. The operation was done and he was shifted to a normal ward. A couple of months passed, one day the doctor called me and said that the operation has not helped and Anshu is in a critical stage. In order to save him we need to ampute both of his legs. This will give a hope but will not make sure that he will survive. Dealing with an amputation is both frightening and frustrating. I knew very little about amputation when my doctor sat on his bedside and told him that he had cancer and in order to make him well they would have to amputate both of his legs. The attitude of my parents and siblings was of the utmost importance in enabling a child to handle the situation. Children are very perceptive and if parents are distraught and become depressed about their child's amputation, the child will react likewise. The child will understandably view amputation as something horrible if the child's parents are so upset. We supported and assured him that he will be alright and finally he was ready for it. The operation was done and we were allowed to take him home after a few days only for us to get him back every week for routine check-ups.
Anshu usually a very chirpy person seemed to have gone into a shell after the operation and nothing seemed to be interesting for him after that. The heart guard had became a necessity and used to be belted to him all the time. He used to be sad for most of the day and used to talk very less. We tried to encourage him by taking him to some outings on his wheel chair, but nothing seemed to have worked. He used to watch matches on television which was the only thing interested him. The chemotherapy often left him very nauseous and with little energy. The strain of the illness and its treatment can lead to a lack of interest and motivation. He hardly used to attend school due to the frequent treatments. The doctor has said that the condition is getting very critical and soon it can happen that his body will stop responding to the treatment as well.
18th Nov 2003
It was the day of inter school cricket final on the local ground nearby. Anshu’s school had reached the final and was supposed to play against Royal school. I thought of taking Anshu for watching the match so that it would be a good change for him and he would enjoy it. I told him about the idea but he never seemed to be much interested in it. He hardly used to speak these days and used to ponder upon something for the whole day. We got to the stadium and took a seat. There were hardly any people who had come to watch the match as it being a situation that two novice teams had reached finals. I could see only the parents of the children had come to watch the match. Soon we got to know that five players from Anshu’s school team had met with an accident while coming by a car and had suffered minor injuries. Nothing seemed to be that critical but they were not in a state of playing the match. The team was left with only 10 players out of 15 and they needed one more player. I couldn’t see any small children there who could join the team to play.
I went to the coach inquired if I can help. He told that they were short of one player and he couldn’t see and option but to play with 10 players. Suddenly something struck my mind and I asked if Anshu could join the team. He will not be able to bat and field, but just mentioning his name in the team will make him happy. The coach thought about it for a moment and replied affirmatively as he had no other player. I came back and took Anshu to the dressing room for the briefing from the coach. He seemed to be very much happy with his inclusion in the team. After the briefing, the players were set out for fielding and I took Anshu near the boundary to cheer his team. The innings was of 10 overs and and all the time Anshu was cheering his team. Royals scored 55 runs in their 10 overs. Then it was time for Anshu’s school to bat, they started off pretty well but soon lost a few wickets. After the end of 9 overs they were 8 down with 8 more runs to be scored. The batsmen scampered to get 5 runs from first 4 balls and were left with 3 to score in last two balls. The match was at an interesting situation but the spin bowler bowled a googly and got the batsmen out. The coach became sad as it was all over with Anshu not going to bat.
Suddenly Anshu held my hand and said, “Baba, I want to bat”. Though being good batsmen when we used to play in our lawn, he had never played in a team due to his heart problem. This was a lifetime chance for Anshu as he had always dreamt of playing in a team. So I immediately said yes even when there was a risk of ball hitting his chest. I looked at the coach with an expression for his approval. The coach said that they will not allow him because as he will not even be able to run. I insisted him to ask the umpires and the captain of other team for permission. After a long discussion finally it was decided that Anshu will be allowed to bat and I will stand next to him holding his chair and help him run with the chair to score a run. We all got a helmet and other stuff for him, his team members were cheering for him and he seemed to be more charged up to face the last ball. The captain of other team called all the players in a hurdle for a final chat and then the field was set. Anshu was on the striking end with a bat in his hand. The bowler bowled the ball a bit outside off stump and Anshu managed to edge it pass the keeper towards the third man. I started pushin Anshu’s chair towards non-stirker’s end to score the run. Soon I realised it would only be one run with a fielder being present there and his team will still lose by a run. We reached the non-striker’s side and I tried to have a look at the fielder, he had well covered the ball but in the end he left the ball and the ball managed to cross the boundary, thus giving four runs and winning the match for Anshu’s team. Anshu couldn’t believe that he had scored four runs and won the match for his team. All his team members came running towards him to greet him. I could see Anshu smiling after so many months and they all took a victory lap with him. The cup was to be handed and the team asked Anshu to collect it. With a cup in his hand and eyes filled with tears he looked at me and said, “Baba.....”. I said, “Yes dear you won the match for your team”, as a tear rolled down my eyes. I had never seen him so happy before. We were allowed to take the cup home for a few days after which we had to return it to the school. Anshu told all the relatives how he managed to win the match for his team and used to feel very happy about it. Meanwhile, his body had stopped responding to the treatments.
14th Dec 2003
We had to admit him to the hospital as he was in terrible pain. The doctor said that it was just a matter of time now. We all were standing besides his bed, with Geeta trying to look strong and not letting her sorrow out in front of Anshu. All the relatives and the coach of his school team were present in the room. I was sitting next to him, he took my hand in his hand and said, “Baba, I won the match for my team”. A tear rolled down from his left eye followed by a hick-up to make him motionless the very next moment. He had lived all his life in that one day when he won the match. Through the hospital wing one could easily understand the silence of ward number 27.
The big day arrived, I waiting anxiously outside the operation theatre; the doors flew open and a nurse came out. She had a quiet normal behaviour and I was waiting for her to announce good news. She came near me and said a baby boy was born, my face got lighted with joy and happiness, the prayers had been answered. oh! But there was something else that the nurse had to tell me. She said, “The baby is born with his heart outside the chest, he is in “critical but stable” state. This situation is called Ectopia Cordis where the heart develops outside the body and the baby does not have a sternum. The sternum protects us from impacts, hence he should never play impact sports.” I was moved listening to that and was not sure what should I ask her.
My wife and I had already thought about the name “Anshuman” when she was admitted to the hospital. At birth, Anshu weighed 9 pounds and 2 ounces, and was 21 inches long. On further information we got to know that the heart was pumping normally. The aorta went from his heart straight into his chest. On our approval, Doctors wrapped his heart in Gore-Tex, plus a layer of his own skin, and gradually moved it inside his body. They said when he is a bit older, about six months, pieces of his ribs will be grafted across his chest to create a makeshift sternum. Geeta (My wife) was all fine, after the delivery.
Anshu became stable after the operation and everything seemed to be fine for the moment. A few days later we were allowed to take Geeta and Anshu home with a list of Dos and Dont’s and how to protect him from any impact. We got the heart guard which used to be belted to him all the time to protect it. Months and years flew by and Anshu started to walk and talk a bit. Everything was normal. He started to go to school and days were just flowing by. He developed interest in cricket but to be on a safer side, he was not allowed to play with outside kids. The kids also used to tease him and sometimes ignore him. Anshu used to get very depressed with no friends around. Geeta and me used to play with him in our lawns with me being a blower and Anshu as batsmen. He used to enjoy a lot and life seemed to be normal all after that.
4th Aug 2003
Anshu was 13 years old and was in in 7th standard. He was quiet a brilliant student and used to stand in top 5 students of his class. He was a great fan of cricket, though he was not allowed to play outside but he used to very keenly watch the matches on TV. As per a general check-up, we had taken him to the hospital on that day. As we were waiting for the reports, the doctor called me inside and asked me to sit down. He seemed to sound very serious. He said that they have detected a bone cancer in Anshu’s reports and an operation is immediately needed. I was in a state of shock and was totally confused. We admitted him and the operation was carried on. The operation was done and he was shifted to a normal ward. A couple of months passed, one day the doctor called me and said that the operation has not helped and Anshu is in a critical stage. In order to save him we need to ampute both of his legs. This will give a hope but will not make sure that he will survive. Dealing with an amputation is both frightening and frustrating. I knew very little about amputation when my doctor sat on his bedside and told him that he had cancer and in order to make him well they would have to amputate both of his legs. The attitude of my parents and siblings was of the utmost importance in enabling a child to handle the situation. Children are very perceptive and if parents are distraught and become depressed about their child's amputation, the child will react likewise. The child will understandably view amputation as something horrible if the child's parents are so upset. We supported and assured him that he will be alright and finally he was ready for it. The operation was done and we were allowed to take him home after a few days only for us to get him back every week for routine check-ups.
Anshu usually a very chirpy person seemed to have gone into a shell after the operation and nothing seemed to be interesting for him after that. The heart guard had became a necessity and used to be belted to him all the time. He used to be sad for most of the day and used to talk very less. We tried to encourage him by taking him to some outings on his wheel chair, but nothing seemed to have worked. He used to watch matches on television which was the only thing interested him. The chemotherapy often left him very nauseous and with little energy. The strain of the illness and its treatment can lead to a lack of interest and motivation. He hardly used to attend school due to the frequent treatments. The doctor has said that the condition is getting very critical and soon it can happen that his body will stop responding to the treatment as well.
18th Nov 2003
It was the day of inter school cricket final on the local ground nearby. Anshu’s school had reached the final and was supposed to play against Royal school. I thought of taking Anshu for watching the match so that it would be a good change for him and he would enjoy it. I told him about the idea but he never seemed to be much interested in it. He hardly used to speak these days and used to ponder upon something for the whole day. We got to the stadium and took a seat. There were hardly any people who had come to watch the match as it being a situation that two novice teams had reached finals. I could see only the parents of the children had come to watch the match. Soon we got to know that five players from Anshu’s school team had met with an accident while coming by a car and had suffered minor injuries. Nothing seemed to be that critical but they were not in a state of playing the match. The team was left with only 10 players out of 15 and they needed one more player. I couldn’t see any small children there who could join the team to play.
I went to the coach inquired if I can help. He told that they were short of one player and he couldn’t see and option but to play with 10 players. Suddenly something struck my mind and I asked if Anshu could join the team. He will not be able to bat and field, but just mentioning his name in the team will make him happy. The coach thought about it for a moment and replied affirmatively as he had no other player. I came back and took Anshu to the dressing room for the briefing from the coach. He seemed to be very much happy with his inclusion in the team. After the briefing, the players were set out for fielding and I took Anshu near the boundary to cheer his team. The innings was of 10 overs and and all the time Anshu was cheering his team. Royals scored 55 runs in their 10 overs. Then it was time for Anshu’s school to bat, they started off pretty well but soon lost a few wickets. After the end of 9 overs they were 8 down with 8 more runs to be scored. The batsmen scampered to get 5 runs from first 4 balls and were left with 3 to score in last two balls. The match was at an interesting situation but the spin bowler bowled a googly and got the batsmen out. The coach became sad as it was all over with Anshu not going to bat.
Suddenly Anshu held my hand and said, “Baba, I want to bat”. Though being good batsmen when we used to play in our lawn, he had never played in a team due to his heart problem. This was a lifetime chance for Anshu as he had always dreamt of playing in a team. So I immediately said yes even when there was a risk of ball hitting his chest. I looked at the coach with an expression for his approval. The coach said that they will not allow him because as he will not even be able to run. I insisted him to ask the umpires and the captain of other team for permission. After a long discussion finally it was decided that Anshu will be allowed to bat and I will stand next to him holding his chair and help him run with the chair to score a run. We all got a helmet and other stuff for him, his team members were cheering for him and he seemed to be more charged up to face the last ball. The captain of other team called all the players in a hurdle for a final chat and then the field was set. Anshu was on the striking end with a bat in his hand. The bowler bowled the ball a bit outside off stump and Anshu managed to edge it pass the keeper towards the third man. I started pushin Anshu’s chair towards non-stirker’s end to score the run. Soon I realised it would only be one run with a fielder being present there and his team will still lose by a run. We reached the non-striker’s side and I tried to have a look at the fielder, he had well covered the ball but in the end he left the ball and the ball managed to cross the boundary, thus giving four runs and winning the match for Anshu’s team. Anshu couldn’t believe that he had scored four runs and won the match for his team. All his team members came running towards him to greet him. I could see Anshu smiling after so many months and they all took a victory lap with him. The cup was to be handed and the team asked Anshu to collect it. With a cup in his hand and eyes filled with tears he looked at me and said, “Baba.....”. I said, “Yes dear you won the match for your team”, as a tear rolled down my eyes. I had never seen him so happy before. We were allowed to take the cup home for a few days after which we had to return it to the school. Anshu told all the relatives how he managed to win the match for his team and used to feel very happy about it. Meanwhile, his body had stopped responding to the treatments.
14th Dec 2003
We had to admit him to the hospital as he was in terrible pain. The doctor said that it was just a matter of time now. We all were standing besides his bed, with Geeta trying to look strong and not letting her sorrow out in front of Anshu. All the relatives and the coach of his school team were present in the room. I was sitting next to him, he took my hand in his hand and said, “Baba, I won the match for my team”. A tear rolled down from his left eye followed by a hick-up to make him motionless the very next moment. He had lived all his life in that one day when he won the match. Through the hospital wing one could easily understand the silence of ward number 27.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
To ;-)
I sit to write this poem since your last sight,
I can feel you're always by my side.
It hasn't been long since I last had a chat with u dear,
But to me it feels as long as light year.
I miss you to the point I am losing all sanity,
But your “SMILE” can bring an end to this calamity.
I think of you every second and every breath;
I stare for hours at your “Do Not Disturb” status set.
I wait for the status to change to “Online”,
So that I can chat with you and bring you a smile.
To look into your eyes is to gaze into the sky,
so beautiful with the stars and the heaven inside.
To see your smile is to see the divine,
this poem is for you, sweet love of mine.
- Abhijit
I can feel you're always by my side.
It hasn't been long since I last had a chat with u dear,
But to me it feels as long as light year.
I miss you to the point I am losing all sanity,
But your “SMILE” can bring an end to this calamity.
I think of you every second and every breath;
I stare for hours at your “Do Not Disturb” status set.
I wait for the status to change to “Online”,
So that I can chat with you and bring you a smile.
To look into your eyes is to gaze into the sky,
so beautiful with the stars and the heaven inside.
To see your smile is to see the divine,
this poem is for you, sweet love of mine.
- Abhijit
Thursday, September 3, 2009
From an Infoscion to a Ex-Infoscion
3rd August 2009
Monday, 6:45Am
OGIM [Ohh God It’s Monday ;-)] I woke up as my alarm blasted me into reality; I wish I could ever ditch my alarm clock by waking up moments before it went off. 6:45 is a pretty early wake-up call -- even if office does start at 8:30. But getting up at 6:45? I really wonder how those office bus drivers get up everyday and why I just hate to wake up early.
Anyways coming to the point, I got up and went to the wash basin with my brush. After returning, I switched ON my computer to check my Gmail account for mails. We don’t have access to outside email accounts in office, so cannot check it for the whole day. I noticed that Mom has not got up today; she usually gets up before me so that she can prepare breakfast for me before I leave for office. After shaving, I went to have a shower thinking that atleast today the sweet girl who travels in the same bus as I do will sit next to me ;-). It was already 7:15Am, and I was supposed to catch a 7:45 bus to reach office, so I quickly started getting ready. I came out of the bathroom and went to my room and selected one of the white shirts which will go with a black trouser and a red tie. Most of my formal shirts are white, so at times choosing a shirt becomes a bit difficult.
Mom was still asleep, I guess she had missed the alarm ring and so did not realize that it was already 7:20. Rather than asking Mom for the trouble, I planned to have my breakfast in office for today. I pocketed my mobile and headed towards the living room for other stuff. I took the socks and sat down to put them on. I was checking for my ID but couldn’t find it anywhere. It was 7:27Am and just 3 minutes for me to start from home if I don’t have to miss the bus.
Suddenly in hurry while searching for the ID card, a steel glass fell down from the table making a loud sound. That sound woke Mom up and she came to living room to check what is going on. She entered the living room and started laughing at me seeing that I have got ready for office. I enquired if she knows where my ID card is, but she was still laughing. I took a small pause only to realize that I don’t have a ID card anymore . I had resigned and 31st july was my last day in Infy. Even I started laughing only to realize how getting up early in the morning had become a habit for me in those past 3 years and I was still in that mind frame and worried that I will miss the bus. We both sat down to have a cup of coffee.
Monday, 6:45Am
OGIM [Ohh God It’s Monday ;-)] I woke up as my alarm blasted me into reality; I wish I could ever ditch my alarm clock by waking up moments before it went off. 6:45 is a pretty early wake-up call -- even if office does start at 8:30. But getting up at 6:45? I really wonder how those office bus drivers get up everyday and why I just hate to wake up early.
Anyways coming to the point, I got up and went to the wash basin with my brush. After returning, I switched ON my computer to check my Gmail account for mails. We don’t have access to outside email accounts in office, so cannot check it for the whole day. I noticed that Mom has not got up today; she usually gets up before me so that she can prepare breakfast for me before I leave for office. After shaving, I went to have a shower thinking that atleast today the sweet girl who travels in the same bus as I do will sit next to me ;-). It was already 7:15Am, and I was supposed to catch a 7:45 bus to reach office, so I quickly started getting ready. I came out of the bathroom and went to my room and selected one of the white shirts which will go with a black trouser and a red tie. Most of my formal shirts are white, so at times choosing a shirt becomes a bit difficult.
Mom was still asleep, I guess she had missed the alarm ring and so did not realize that it was already 7:20. Rather than asking Mom for the trouble, I planned to have my breakfast in office for today. I pocketed my mobile and headed towards the living room for other stuff. I took the socks and sat down to put them on. I was checking for my ID but couldn’t find it anywhere. It was 7:27Am and just 3 minutes for me to start from home if I don’t have to miss the bus.
Suddenly in hurry while searching for the ID card, a steel glass fell down from the table making a loud sound. That sound woke Mom up and she came to living room to check what is going on. She entered the living room and started laughing at me seeing that I have got ready for office. I enquired if she knows where my ID card is, but she was still laughing. I took a small pause only to realize that I don’t have a ID card anymore . I had resigned and 31st july was my last day in Infy. Even I started laughing only to realize how getting up early in the morning had become a habit for me in those past 3 years and I was still in that mind frame and worried that I will miss the bus. We both sat down to have a cup of coffee.
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