After a hectic schedule on a business trip and flying from Sydney to New York, moving ahead to London and then back to Washington, I took the next flight to Sitapur and then moved to Belarampur in a private jet, only to suddenly wake up out of the dreamy little sleep I had managed to get in the train after a sleepless and tiring weekend. I immediately checked for the existence of my luggage stuffed with stinking socks and briefs, few unwashed clothes, a kurta apt for my cousin’s wedding (that costed me as much as Bill Gate’s new house in Los Angeles) and a few hand grenades and time bombs (these railways just have no security in place!). So I cudnt afford to sleep and leave my baggage to the mercy of a thief… I had to be the watch dog!
On reaching Pune my Mom launched a full fledged ballistic missile attack of 2-3 Prithvi missiles and a few more of the Agni range. How the hell could a 22 year old mature adult forget to carry footwear for a wedding and walk in with only sports shoes? While his travel bag stinked like one of those tabelas in bihar he needs to be readmitted in atleast Class I or even worse in Kindergarten if he wiped his running nose on his t-shirt ever again. So without being entitled for a much awaited sleep I was sent to shop… I felt frustrated like an innocent guy who is jailed for 14yrs and on release is sent to prison again, just because he didn’t salute the jailor. That’s how life treats you sometimes… [continue reading...]
