Yesterday would go down in the my life's book as one of the worst I have ever experienced. A plethora of unpleasant things took place. Maybe I should have understood or realised what was in store after receiving an unnecessary and unpleasant phone call from an unwanted person. Exactly how hard is the line "Don't call me again" to understand?
Not surprisingly, the day in college was uneventful and routine (lot of talk about protesting and revolutions, but that was just what it was - talk). The wreckage started afterwards. I set out on my "Activa" (a gear less scooter) towards my home. On my way home, i encounter a brief highway stretch.
A few seconds after i had entered the highway, a torrential rain started lashing out. By the time i had stopped and worn my "rain coat", i was drenched already. Making matters worse was the lack of any shelter on the highway. By the time i had driven out of the highway (the rain was lashing out on my eyes and i could barely see), i was wet beyond any expression known to man.
So, i thought, "How could it get worse than this?" and continued my plight home, ignoring shelter and warmth. If only i knew how much more worse it could get.
As we all know, when the rain falls heavily, the Indian roads turn into lakes and tributary rivers. And the Indian roads are bumpy, with dark holes, valleys and speed breakers on them. When the rain falls, these lakes and rivers on the road often drown these aforementioned formations. As expected, i fell into a couple of these traps. These incidents while almost managing to bring the scooter apart, also brought with them the much dreaded migraine headaches. The rest of the day, I was left with a blinding pain in my head.
I reached home a while later, almost liquified by the rain. And as i climbed into the elevator, the power went off, completing my miserable day.
If you are thinking that this is the kind of stuff that happens only in movies, you are partially right. I made up the bit about getting stuck in the elevator. But the rest is true.
Not surprisingly, the day in college was uneventful and routine (lot of talk about protesting and revolutions, but that was just what it was - talk). The wreckage started afterwards. I set out on my "Activa" (a gear less scooter) towards my home. On my way home, i encounter a brief highway stretch.
A few seconds after i had entered the highway, a torrential rain started lashing out. By the time i had stopped and worn my "rain coat", i was drenched already. Making matters worse was the lack of any shelter on the highway. By the time i had driven out of the highway (the rain was lashing out on my eyes and i could barely see), i was wet beyond any expression known to man.
So, i thought, "How could it get worse than this?" and continued my plight home, ignoring shelter and warmth. If only i knew how much more worse it could get.
As we all know, when the rain falls heavily, the Indian roads turn into lakes and tributary rivers. And the Indian roads are bumpy, with dark holes, valleys and speed breakers on them. When the rain falls, these lakes and rivers on the road often drown these aforementioned formations. As expected, i fell into a couple of these traps. These incidents while almost managing to bring the scooter apart, also brought with them the much dreaded migraine headaches. The rest of the day, I was left with a blinding pain in my head.
I reached home a while later, almost liquified by the rain. And as i climbed into the elevator, the power went off, completing my miserable day.
If you are thinking that this is the kind of stuff that happens only in movies, you are partially right. I made up the bit about getting stuck in the elevator. But the rest is true.
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