When things hafta go wrong, they always do. It’s like the cycles in a cycle-stand, one of them gets tipped over and voila! all of them fall in a cascade. Life’s like that, isn’t it? On certain days, one small thing goes wrong and then, nothing’ll go your way after that.
One has an appointment with the doctor. One plans to wrap up and leave early. Just when there’s half an hour left for the stipulated ta-ta hour, one gets pulled into something one cannot get out of… then it’s no longer ‘early’ when one leaves to go to the bus stop. One waits and waits for a bus that never chooses to come… 10-15 mins later one gets into a bus, but soon realizes that the driver for some reason imagines he’s riding a new-age motorbike and wants to compete and overtake every single bi-cycle-rider on the roads! One manages to reach the central bus station in one-piece; just as one alights from the zip-zap-bus-turned-mobike, one sees the connecting bus pull out of the station.
Damn! One waits in the station amidst zillion looks at the watch, which doesn’t prevent it from ticking. 20 mins left for the appointment! One wonders, should one ditch the doctor? Though an appealing idea, one argues that one has called ahead and asked the doctor to wait for a few extra mins beyond the regular hours and hence one cannot dump him so. Then on an impulse, one decides to take another bus in a parallel route, get to a nearby bus-stop and take a rick to the clinic. Happy with the idea, one scrambles into the nearest parallel-route bus; 5 mins into the journey, one realizes that it’s destined to be a day of contradictions! The bus driver looks to be a firm believer that the kuchcha roads need bullock carts and not four-wheeled thingies to be driven over them!!
One reaches the bus-stop at 7 mins to 8 o’ clock… then one is pulled into the rigmarole of trying to get a Bangalore auto driver to get to go to some place which obviously doesn’t figure in his scheme of things… 2 mins and 4 auto drivers later one finds a 3-wheeled monster which’ll get one to the destination. One is jubilant; one believes one can still make it on time! tcha tcha…little does one know!! One hurriedly pays the kind auto driver and rushes into the clinic as the clock strikes 8, only to be told… “Dr.Mukesh eega taane horaTu hOdaru…” 😮