The day when everything goes wrong !

16 Feb 2010

In school, there was this essay topic which I found most interesting and easy to imagine– ‘The day when everything goes wrong!’ Today was one of those days. Pam is away in Sweden and we are feeling a bit lonely. I am not feeling too well. The cold has gotten to me. My throat is paining and so are my feet. We are paying for our inappropriate footwear, I guess. To add to the misery, the net has not been working for the past 2 days and I have no choice but to listen to some songs or watch the same old CD’s to keep myself entertained. My stock of books is also exhausted. I am so frustrated today.

If it wouldn’t have been for other things, I feel like living in Kolkatta. I was scheduled to go to Anu’s school today, generally to meet the teacher and befriend some of the other mums. I stood and stood at the bus stop and not a single bus in sight. That is one someone brought to my notice that there was a strike and buses on that line wouldn’t run for four hours today. Normally there is a small notice put up at the stop but today the notice was pinned onto a pole next to the stop where it was not easily noticeable. This is probably the 4th or 5th time that the strike has taken place within a month. I remember, last week too there was this kinda strike. I stood waiting for Anu’s bus to arrive when a lady came up to me and narrated her tale of how she was made to get off the bus at a stop, simply because the strike had begun and the bus refused to move any further. At least the bus could’ve terminated at its final destination. Aai shapat, Mumbaieet asa zalach nasta. And zala asta tar lokkani zodapla asta!!! Poor thing had to walk all the way in the bitter cold. Shameless creatures. No bloody insaniyat….