It's 6:33 am,
You have a bus to catch at 6.37 am, and the Bus Stop is 3 minutes drive from your place.
Yes, you are an Engineer, and it proves when you are quite habitual of doing things at the eleventh hour...
So, you are in the elevator with your better half (She is the one who will drop you on her Royal Enfield 'Jupiter'), and you have four floors to get down.
It is when the elevator has reached the third floor you realise that you have forgotten your lunchbox back home.
You ask (to be read as 'request') your wife to make the ride ready, and in the meantime, you decide to take the same elevator back home to collect the lunchbox...
When the doors of the elevator open on the fourth floor, you hear your neighbour shouting, "Son, your father has already gone downstairs with your lunchbox..."
It's 6.36 am by now...
You are absolutely in no position to catch the bus now. Thus, you call your friends who have already boarded the bus, requesting them to further ask the bus driver to wait for you.
Horror strikes when you realise that the elevator; instead of reaching the floor zero has reached level twelve! The doors of the elevator open to a school going girl who blocks the automatic doors of the elevator by standing between the two doors. And you are like "what the hell is happening!"
"Uncle (looking at your potted belly, that's what the kids call you these days), please wait for a moment, my Papa is coming."
You tell her that you are in a hurry, but your pleading goes on deaf ears. Girls, no matter how young or old are always tricky to handle! (No offence!). She lets the elevator go down only when her Papa enters the big box.
It's 6.37 and 30 seconds, and you remember the great cyclist Lance Armstrong who once said, "Every second counts..."
Meanwhile, outside your building, it's still a bit dark, and in this smoggy darkness, your wife who is waiting for you on her scooter sees a five feet tall figure running towards an auto rickshaw. She misjudges him to be you and starts chasing the auto rickshaw; your lunch box hung on the front hook of the scooter.
Thanks to your benevolent friends, your bus is standing idle at your bus stop, but you are nowhere near it. Feeling guilty, you ask them to let the bus leave.
Now, with the bus gone, you decide to take a lift from a friend who goes to the office in his car.
Your wife is back by now; damn upset with you (to be upset with you is her birthright! She is born with it).
She rides you to your friend's place; a distance of 2 to 3 km which she covers cursing you for your stupidity. You are all ears, but you don't dare to utter a single word. (You may call yourself a lion, but you very well know that you are a lion from the circus and you also very well know who the ringmaster of this circus is)
And as you reach your friend's place, you ask (to be read as 'plead') your wife to leave. You are worried that you may faint due to her curses...
And for the first time in your life, she agrees and takes the road back home at a top speed of 10 km per hour.
Husssshh... You feel that the drama is finally over...
But, hang on...
Where's the lunchbox?
It's still hanging on her scooter which is now parked outside your building...
You have a bus to catch at 6.37 am, and the Bus Stop is 3 minutes drive from your place.
Yes, you are an Engineer, and it proves when you are quite habitual of doing things at the eleventh hour...
So, you are in the elevator with your better half (She is the one who will drop you on her Royal Enfield 'Jupiter'), and you have four floors to get down.
It is when the elevator has reached the third floor you realise that you have forgotten your lunchbox back home.
You ask (to be read as 'request') your wife to make the ride ready, and in the meantime, you decide to take the same elevator back home to collect the lunchbox...
When the doors of the elevator open on the fourth floor, you hear your neighbour shouting, "Son, your father has already gone downstairs with your lunchbox..."
It's 6.36 am by now...
You are absolutely in no position to catch the bus now. Thus, you call your friends who have already boarded the bus, requesting them to further ask the bus driver to wait for you.
Horror strikes when you realise that the elevator; instead of reaching the floor zero has reached level twelve! The doors of the elevator open to a school going girl who blocks the automatic doors of the elevator by standing between the two doors. And you are like "what the hell is happening!"
"Uncle (looking at your potted belly, that's what the kids call you these days), please wait for a moment, my Papa is coming."
You tell her that you are in a hurry, but your pleading goes on deaf ears. Girls, no matter how young or old are always tricky to handle! (No offence!). She lets the elevator go down only when her Papa enters the big box.
It's 6.37 and 30 seconds, and you remember the great cyclist Lance Armstrong who once said, "Every second counts..."
Meanwhile, outside your building, it's still a bit dark, and in this smoggy darkness, your wife who is waiting for you on her scooter sees a five feet tall figure running towards an auto rickshaw. She misjudges him to be you and starts chasing the auto rickshaw; your lunch box hung on the front hook of the scooter.
Thanks to your benevolent friends, your bus is standing idle at your bus stop, but you are nowhere near it. Feeling guilty, you ask them to let the bus leave.
Now, with the bus gone, you decide to take a lift from a friend who goes to the office in his car.
Your wife is back by now; damn upset with you (to be upset with you is her birthright! She is born with it).
She rides you to your friend's place; a distance of 2 to 3 km which she covers cursing you for your stupidity. You are all ears, but you don't dare to utter a single word. (You may call yourself a lion, but you very well know that you are a lion from the circus and you also very well know who the ringmaster of this circus is)
And as you reach your friend's place, you ask (to be read as 'plead') your wife to leave. You are worried that you may faint due to her curses...
And for the first time in your life, she agrees and takes the road back home at a top speed of 10 km per hour.
Husssshh... You feel that the drama is finally over...
But, hang on...
Where's the lunchbox?
It's still hanging on her scooter which is now parked outside your building...
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