Just Another Day
I keep four alarms at fifteen minute intervals starting at 7:30. Who doesnāt?
Sometimes my phone decides to not alarm me, sometimes I ignore the alarms. So itās safe to keep four!
But the past few days I havenāt needed an alarm. Today was no different. Around 5:00am, I heard some heavy vehicles in my sleep. I ignored it. Iām a light sleeper but Iām stubborn as hell. So I will sleep even if some sounds disturb me. But then suddenly theres a loud crashing sound and I wake up with a start and a level 10 urgency to empty the bladder. I quickly run to the washroom, relieve myself and go to the balcony to check what all the commotion is about. Turns out someone had the bright idea to dump construction material on the road side that time in the morning. But hey, Iām stubborn! So I go back to sleep. Only to wake up to a conference of pigeons happening in my balcony! I didnāt know that in pigeons too, just like Indian families, the entire extended family comes to give opinions and teach and advice when a child becomes an adult! I was regretting my decision of allowing those babies to be raised in my balcony!
After lazing around in bed for a while and running out multiple times to chase the pigeons away, I finally went in for a shower. As usual I got dressed, had a glass of milk, put on my walking shoes and headed out with my backpack and some music for the way.
I like this walk to work. It takes about 40 minutes and that really energises me for the day. It had rained last night so the roads still had a couple of puddles. I was being careful not to walk into one until this guy in a car decided to zoom past me on a particularly rough patch of road (filled with water). So I was soaked in puddle water and I was too far on my way to work to turn back for a change of clothes. I stood transfixed in that spot for a few seconds during which my mind was going from hulk mode to zen mode. Once back to zen mode, I continued on my walk. Everyday I cross this middle aged homeless man who sits at the same spot, pees at the same spot and takes a dump a few steps away from this spot. Everyday I have the same dilemma in my head, should I be feeling sorry for him or not? With that thought in my head I continue walking.
I get to my workplace, get to work and have some tea. The day seems to be the usual peaceful day. But then all of a sudden I hear a tensed dialogue outside. Within minutes the story comes to my table. Someone stole the empty gas cylinder last night! This day seems to be throwing plot twists at me by the hour!
Thankfully there wasnāt any other twist till the end of the day. I finished work a little early and decided to get back home immediately. While on my way I could sense the day isnāt over yet! When I reached my doorstep, the story reached itās climax! I didnāt have my keys and my roommate was going to take atleast another hour to get back. So there I was stuck outside my home, when after a full week of hard work I actually was going to have time to chill! And if that wasnāt enough, it started pouring cats and dogs. So now my roommate was going to take even longer to get back and I (like I always do) needed to pee (rains do that to me). So I walked up and down the corridor of my floor for an hour, caught up with a few friends on the phone (distractions are needed in such situations) until I finally heard someone scream my name from the other end of the corridor. I think I ran like Simran in the sarson ka khet. I was running fast but it still seemed slow-mo.
My day ended with a tired bladder and a happy tummy, thanks to the yum dinner my roommate was generous enough to cook.
Tomorrow is another day, another adventure and I know the pigeons are going to be back for flying lessons so I better sleep when I have the chance.
Goodnight!













