its nice to come back home early from work once in a while. to leave at 5:30 dot. so the roads are empty and i zoom past. except the bad flyover which makes my car jump like it was a toy. somthing in my body feels unhealthy whenever my car jumps over those potholes or when it makes extra sounds. like this once when my car ac was tripping every two minutes when halted, and my heart actually came to my throat with every trip. that for two days and i was in a frenzy, enough to take papa with me to samara hyundai, out of this world in okhla industrial area. seemed like we were traveling to a village. this, when papa hasnt been to the car servicier in ages, ravi always takes it. (dont interrupt by asking who ravi is now). so in the waiting room there, was a tv and this woman was watching a pathetically sadistic south indian movie dubbed in hindi called 'lok parlok'. with some evil woman's spirit entering different forms of life or nothingness, and plotting to finish off a couple cos the guy hadnt married her and she had killed herself in the fire. now if someone just stands in a fire and doesnt scream, and dies without becoming a naked spectacle first, thats quite something. anyway so the movie was full of huge scary eyes and screams and noises and fat bodies. i totally loathed it. and wanted to change the channel but no, the woman said it was coming to an end. which was an utter lie. and papa who was making faces (and comments) at the woman also started watching it. i was in fact having to maintain almost constant eye contact with him to get him off it. anyway i did manage to change it to dd news as soon as resolution got bad (pretending i was trying to correct it) and then papa managed to get more masala news. and the next hf n hr we must have heard the word 'bahubali' more than 15 times. that was the day after the election result. for once i did not get mad at the melodrama of the media.
anyway so coming back home early. with serious intentions of working at home once the comfortable shorts were on and the tummy had had an extra luxury of crapping in the evening. but now the word file lies forgotten in my pendrive and i've wasted half n hr again on facebook. looking at ppl's photos. even though circumstances plotted against my 'id' with my 'ego' with mtnl giving way just when desired. but i guess it finally bowed down in front of my strong intentions.
oh btw i had to drive backwards almost 100mts cos two approaches to my house within my colony were blocked by a truck each and when i finally managed to get front driving back again i had to get down and remove this extra huge pole blocking the road next to something dug up. and then put it back again thinking whether a car could trip over it like ppl do over ropes.
