Girl 1 had a verybigbrainwave. The brainwave shook me out of my spring cleaning mode (which btw was very amusing considering I found a lost pendrive, three unmatched socks and my specs. It also allowed me to sing "To be with you" very loudly while making the beds. And the sone pe suhaga was finding my long lost cello gripper pen. *grin*. I refuse to write with any other). The brainwave also got me moving, afterall it involved bunking work (I am always up for it), going home and relaxing in the very inviting cooler room, quilling (which I vow to do this weekend. vow. vow. vow. Repetition demands attention I feel.) and eat some home grub (always welcome. Always.)
So I bathe with frighteningly impressive speed. Grab clothes. Pull over head. Try running comb through hair. Naah too knotted. Settle with a tangled jooda. Stuff laptop into bag. Oh throw in charger too. No take it out. Girl 1 has the same laptop. But battery backup is nil. Put it in again. Naah the weight. Gawd just put it in woman. Yikes! Message L that I am going. Ok pick up keys and put in money plant for L to find. Damn the money plant is put too high. Jump. Jump. Ok throw the keys. They land somewhere else. Crouch. Retrieve. Gentle throw. Basket! Rush through the scorching afternoon. Wait for bus. Wait. Wait. WAIT. Aah there it comes, my rickety old 724. Get in. Don't get seat. Frown. Then suddenly get seat. Thankgodyourstophascomeandyouhavetogetoff sigh.
Once seated, I rummaged through my bag for my all-important earphones. Aah ofcourse I forgot them in the darn hurry. I can't look out of the window because of this colossal mound of humanity that is sitting next to me. Somewhere in a few rows behind me this starts (in a very high, nasal, cheen cheen kain kain voice):
"Tum usse kaho mein usee Sai mandir ke saamne hi miloongi."
Blah blah blah
"Nahin tum nahin bologe toh main rooth jaoongi."
Blah blah blah
"Achha tumhari yeh himmat, main na (hyventilating begins), haan haan, main na tumhe bahut sataaoongi. Yaad rakhna meri baat. "
Blah blah blah
"Hawww, ab tu dekh. Hello? Hello?Hulloooooo? Sunai nahi de raha na ab. Saala zyada esmart banega toh dekhna. Achha shayad network problem hai. Par tu yeh mat soch ki iski wajah se tu bach gaya hai. Chalo bye. Tata. Tata."
Crass caller gets up, shuffling people all around, shouts at the conductor, spits outside my window (which I actually get to see because colossal mound of humanity ismade to move a degree), steps on grubby boy's toes and shoves herself out of the bus. And here I am trying to study ways to link forest conversion in South America to soyabean consumers in India. : Will I ever be heard by the likes of her? How will she ever even agree to try and comprehend the problems of...lets say climate change. What if I walk up to her to explain the extent of her ecological footprint? What am I thinking! She has more important things like roothna ofcourse. Despair looms. Bag seems too heavy (darn the charger).
Then I look out and I see a familiar friend. This gate. In Delhi Cantt. Seeing it since forever and it makes me grin everytime. Actually its this pair of gates. The first one says "Beware of dog." The second proclaims "Dog is ok. Beware of owner." Ha. Its funny how the first one reminds you how smartass insane the second is. They "complete" each other (sheeesh trust Tom Cruise and his spaniel eyes in jerry maguire...what's with mush and the incessant need to have it somewhere in your life?). Ok the sky is getting overcast. Yay. Whoops! Time to get off bus. Wear bag. Push way through sea of humans. Pray the light is red. Yes it is. Smile. Get off. Walk home. Ting tong. Girl 1 yells and hugs. Cooler blast hits face. Girl 2 smugly acknowledges the worthwhileness quotient of the entire exercise.
ps: If you do happen to click on the link in the post, take the ecological footprint (EF) quiz. Sadly, its tuned to the Austrailian set up. Just bear with it the way you frown each time they ask you for your "zip code" in online registration forms. Everyone doesn't live in Amreeka. Duh.