One fine day..

Seven days have gone by, nothing has changed, of course yes, the current posture of mine as I write another episode of my life. December is the month that usually is considered as the lazy month, fairly true owing to the look that one has throughout the day, the eyebrows tend to be curved in a way that even when someone screams at you, you tend to turn slowly, only to check the noise that disturbed your otherwise calm brain. So basically what I'm saying is, I'm one of those lazy guys who does not bother, even in the worst of catastrophes, especially if it happens to be during this month of the year. Wow! What a way to end a year which we started with, having a resolution to wake up early, to follow a strict routine, some people even took resolutions to wake up at least once in the year to witness the sunrise(those people apparently failed to see the sun the very next day, I mean, they did not get up in the time-frame wherein we categorize into as 'Morning', my bad English, can't help it). So leaving apart the resolutions part(which I myself have never followed even once, either because I lost the book where I noted down the set of resolutions or three hundred and sixty five days were not enough for me to narrow down the set of choices I had). One hell of an excuse, ain't it? 

One such day in the week, wherein I got up late and failed to switch on the geyser and had bath(Let's not talk about the experience of an ice-bath, you know). Having managed to somehow beat the trauma early that morning, I managed to enter second into the shuttle in three steps as some extra-ordinarily brainy women were thinking which foot of theirs to place first into the bus, I managed to sneak through and just when I smiled at the fight near the door of the bus, Boom! My brain had witnessed a situation, a massive blow to the skull, either because of some strong rod or a Hulk smashing my head and leaving a wild roar. Except that this time, it was me who gave the roar, cursed the one who had caused it, opened my eyes to find a spectacle wearing guy saying 'Sorry' which I heard in a female voice. I couldn't understand the logic, all I wanted was a place to sit. Finally managed to sit, closed my eyes and wondered when the day would get over.

Upon reaching my desk, surfing through the world news and trying to debate over a lame topic and meanwhile managing to complete the assigned work(I avoided the word 'stress' before work assuming it is a common phrase associated with someone from my world). So there it was, last minute rush to catch the shuttle, all I wanted to do was send a mail, opened the world's most fastest browser(we were asked to use that over the world's powerful browser) and all that popped up in ten minutes was "Not responding". Thanks to the important twelfth standard one mark question, I could use a shortcut to open the Task manager(proud moment for an Engineer when navigating without using the mouse but with just the keyboard) Just when I stopped smiling over my achievement, I witnessed the worst nightmare for someone who deals with a computer. They usually refer to that situation with a phrase 'The system got hung' . We will be helpless, pray to the oldest of Gods for a miraculous resurrection as the entire screen will stare at you without blinking the eyes and all you will have is the poker face and a sound from inside the CPU that gives a fake noise to make us believe that it is working hard. I kept staring. Few minutes later, my boss pings me, urgency, fifteen minutes to board the bus and on the top of it, something very important for a human, is supposed to be done. My poker-faced look turned into the alter ego of Dr. Bruce Banner and I guess I turned into one when I hit hard on the table(The trick of making something work by threatening even a non-living thing does come true) and Gods responded, the system functionality restored and sent a mail and ran towards the shuttle only to find the bus had not come. After my gasping got over, I got into and found a window seat(Haa! Like a child who has no idea why he/she prefers window seat). I thought "One hour to go! Just one hour before we reach home G! Hold on!".

A day which though not being fruitful so far, made me re-think about the purpose of..(Let me stop there, because the philosophical part, not needed) A voice "Excuse me! Is anyone coming here" pointing to the empty seat next to me. I think I did not even reply, but she said "Thanks" and sat down. A regular practice in this city is to have an earphone whenever you travel, not because of a style quotient, but just to make others know that you are not deaf(which people think you are, looking at the behavior). To share my part, I took a JBL earphone and plugged in and played the music at high volume(She gazed a quick look at me, probably thought I was deaf literally) and I slowly reduced the volume. A two-seater in a bus is built by the brains of the world as they have ensured no extra inch of space, leave alone for two, not even for one. So just imagine the way how cramped we were seated. Half way through, her soft shoulders touched mine, I was alarmed(No! No!! Just kidding) I didn't bother to spoil by giving a wild shake. I sat still thinking she might move into another posture sooner or later. It did not happen. Signing on an attendance sheet(in a bus, Mind it!) is our customary procedure, which of course nobody follows. It came to me, I marked mine, offered to her. She did not get it. I called her, she did not respond. There was no light inside the bus near my seat. I did not see her face. Then a bright light from a street lamp from outside lit her face. I saw her. Her eyes were closed(Sleeping! Chill) I didn't want to spoil her sleep(possibly the best in the day) and gave it to others. I smiled and started playing my favorite playlist and kept having that extra smile. Her stop came, she got up and she was in a hurry, managed to get her bag, adjust her hair(Very important to be presentable in the city, especially in the night) and took the earphones and was about to get down. As in movies, I expected her to see me once before getting down, luckily she did, she smiled and waved her hands. I couldn't believe it, I saw behind me if there were anyone else(Nobody). I smiled(this time the smile crossing the threshold), she got down. Then I saw, there were two girls in front of my seat. I laughed at myself(they were her friends, probably) and thought "Not that bad for a day".