fight at home. go somewhere to collect something. made to wait. 1 hour and 15 minutes. because they have misplaced it. talk nothing. shout at nobody. wait. atlast the awaited comes. but the receptionist who was handling you has gone for tea. she
comes back. gives you it. The thing is in alwarpet. some red-black flags need to cross. so wait at the signal for another 20 minutes.
calculating the strategy back home. go home and give in or hold up.
nearing home. traffic. you know how congested it can get near panagal park. that much traffic. Slowly move the bike by leg rather than by motor. somebody is honking. ok, there is some space in front. try to move front. the honking daredevil 18 something girl in scooty overtakes to get that space. Glare at the direction in general.
Now, the mother riding pillion in the scooty starts shouting at the girl. shout/advice/threaten (that you will not be allowed to drive). for about the next three minutes, we, me and scooty, had to move bumper close (or whats the term for two-wheelers? anyways, song on my lips "dei panakkaara.. nee keera vaanga kaaril poii...). The mother was still shouting when i crossed them.
I had a big smile on my face. I went home and everything was happy.
:D
And no post yet on sunday's match? this blogging circle is dead.
:(
8 months ago
2 comments:
machan, the whole post reeks of the polambals of a middle-class middle-age guy. Namakkellam vayasacho??? :'(
:)
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