Ok it goes this way.I'm supposed to leave my hometown to jobtown...(lol..no such word exists) with an irritated throat (courtesy sourest mango ever)I managed to eat half of it twitching facial muscles at every bite.......(I somehow like it when my throat is kind of blocked and my voice turns husky and dusky not pesky).
I reach bengalooru ...and I'm hungry like hell.I get in to the kitchen get a plateful of rice(rather a kg :O) only with the intention of eating it with ghee and some powder(chutney pudi to be specific) only to find the dabba empty...... damnit(First hint of a bad day)....... I eat it with groundnut oil(poor me... it didn't taste bad though).
Now ,in a hurry to buy some expensive, ethnic earing(like 20-30 rs) I head out and miss the local bus in few seconds.... aah such a good feeling. I go by walk.....(about 2-3 km walk to and fro).Hell with my chappal ,my leg starts hurting..I manage to reach home and later on office.
Again hungry....... with the condition of my throat deteriorating by the minute and my nasal passage stuffed(with what,don't ask me... yuck), I control my hunger as I had no intention of dying at work eating junk cockroach clad sandwich(Has any body on earth died of throat infection and running nose eeeeeeeeeeeeee ).At about 4:45 ,that is when the chat cubicle(haha.....toooooo much eh? :( ) opens. Thank my stars ....... The cubicle is closed(a cubicle is never closed mind you.....). I think of going else where and land up in the ground
floor...... Its raining cats and dogs(without my knowledge how can it rain? Huh).... I get a chocolate ,not at all sufficient to balance 54 kg of mass(weight = mass x acceleration due to gravity kg m/s2,for all you ignorant people who use kg with weight... zmmmmmmm ). Empty,void,vacancy(what's wrong with me?) are the words of the day.
With no signs of recuperation, I decide to leave early,with my mass reduced to 50 and call someone to pick me up. Ok I understand,with the onset of monsoon and flooded streets (behne de muje behne de ghan ghor ghata behne de paani ki tarah saagar main ja girna hai nadiyaa ki tarah.....? raavan wow) its awry for anyone to ride.I step out of the campus, amazing traffic jam........neverending lines of vehicles...someone save me now...... I manage to barge in to a bus....people stamping my legs,mosquitoes tickling my legs (I don't understand why mosquitoes always bite only me... ?)I'm losing control over self(balance I mean...hmmm) with the driver bringing the bus to a sudden halt every millisecond and everyone swaying like the mexican wave ,people cursing the traffic police.I finally get down ,fresh air(?) gushes in to my respiratory system . inhale deeply exhale deeply(lol)...... The saga is not over yet.I switch my telephone off out of irritation....(Thats how I express my frustration.... it is the most dumbest and weird thing I know)I again board an auto,go home.... with my oesophagus secreting digestive juices... I again try binging on rice......yuckkkkkkk.... what on earth is it? scum ? ( rasam full of salt......) I have to fill my stomach by any means........ (why should I even earn ,when i can't eat? huh) I have my mouth full of salty thing ,but unable to gulp...somebody has stolen my water bottle.........I curse whole heartedly.......
I literally cry like a kid get water swallow the whole thing........
And Then the climax (search for crocin starts.......) hmm .... even here I'm ditched.... I search the whole house not even a single tablet to be found...... at the endddddddd its in a cover full of unwanted medicines... I check for the expiry date not again.... wow the portion is already cut .... I swallow the thing which, probably has crossed the expiry date and happily sleep .......the day ends ... the day when gawd decided to play an online game with my digestive system....huh.... what a day it was ?
Hum rahe ya na rahe yaad aayenge yeh pal.....
phoenix
