A New Beginning...

Long day today. Have been up since 6 PM last night and its close to 3 PM the next day. Working in a call center does that to you sometimes, Ahhhh, I have forgotten to mention... My best friend is getting married in a few days time and i'll be going over to Calicut for a few days. Yes, he broke the gentleman's agreement that my friends group had struck way back in college wherein we decided that nobody marries before 30. He breaks that solemn agreement...and in some style too..he is still just 26!!!! But I'm also suitably excited. A trip to a new place. The chaos and confusion. Add to that witnessing the start of a new phase in my friend's life..Yup, I'm excited...

I would be leaving by late Saturday night so my blog and me will be away from each other for a good 4 -5 days but I hope to make a happy reunion with it when I come back with pics and new memories to look back on...

Random acts of Kindness...

WOW!!!! I am back home after another 12hr day in office but I have still dragged my butt over to the PC to work on my 2nd post. Hey, did I mention earlier???...WOW!!!!

So my shift was done and I made my way to the underground parking. I got into my green, very old and rickety Omni van, switched on the radio and pulled away from my space. I noticed a new rhythm, seemed strange, very unnatural but I shrugged my shoulders. Im too tired to care, that is until I saw one of the security guards running, waving and pointing, at the back end of my darling. I stopped and craned my neck to see what the fuss was about and there it was. Her right back tyre. Flaaaat!!!!

I spent a moment thinking about what had to be done and then figured it better to turn back and head back to my spot. Once there, I got out, cursing the gods and then proceeded to spend a good 10 mins looking for the jack. I looked under the carpeting and in the dickey and then followed the same routine twice over. But no jack!! I came to the conclusion that the Maruthi people have screwed me over and left me...jack- less. I despondently trudge back to the office. I was rushing home to enjoy mom's cooking but now that did not look likely. So, I went ahead and had breakfast with some folks from work and then it hits me.

The goddamn seat!!!

I swallow, choke the rest of my breakfast and run back to the van. I checked under the passenger side seat and lo!!!, sitting there snugly, right next to engine, is the jack!!!

Delighted, I reach down and try yanking it out but it does not budge.I try pushin, pulling, tugging, glaring angrily but hey, its not budging!!!. The damn thing is just not moving!!! And just when I feel like life has lost all meaning now that I have been bettered by my tyre jack, I hear muttering behind me. I turn back to find 2 men walking over to me. One indicates that I need to step back and the other continues muttering in Kannada to the first one. The first guy reaches in and in an instant returns with the stuborn jack in his hand. The other guy moves to the rear of the van and while I try in vain to attempt communication in English and my broken Hindi, they get busy with the tyre. I continue attempting conversation but its futile. They are here to help and help they shall. I shut my mouth and a min later another guy approaches. In what seems like nothing more than 5 mins the 4 of us had the van jacked up, the offending tyre off the van and the stepney pulled out from under the van and tightly secured in place of the flat. Even the tools were back in place. We did a slicker job than the best of F1 teams and all done by 4 guys who barely uttered a word to one another. I so desperately wanted to thank them but my Hinglish was a poor means of communication. At last I just said a genuine heartfelt thank you and gave each of them a firm handshake. They smiled and nodded their heads and went back to doing what they were doing before they met me.

The drive back home was hot and tedious in the morning rush hour traffic but I was not bored. I ran the entire incident in my mind over and over again. I am NOT a person who gets surprised easily but today was an exception. I feel gratitude in my heart..and it really feels good that strangers will still just come over and help out in terms of adversity. I dont know how long this fuzzy feeling will last but im gonna enjoy it while it does..

Its time to call it a day...

I Actuallly made it..

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So these are definitions that we know and associate with the word blog. First time this smart kid heard the word, he started wondering..blog...hmmm....sounds funny. I remember how back then the word was associated with so much of hype. The new internet funda!!!

Now we all blog. (Notice the use of the word "We" inspite of this probably being my one and only posting ever...) My uncle blogs...my ex boss blogs...a lot of colleagues blogs...my best friends...err well they are as dufus as me so they dont actually blog. But thats not the point, I have never been one to open myself to people.....Atleast not until im really drunk or until it serves my purpose to be someone i really am not. Im amazingly lazy to even THINK of keeping a damn diary and to make the time to pen my thoughts and then go through the torture of viewing my day condensed to some scribblings on a sheet of paper.

..But Still....Im here..I actually made it