Sunday, September 4, 2011

The 'lost' blog entry...

This one is a stunner- the 'lost' blog entry if I may call it. When and under what impressions I wrote this, I don't remember. Only minutes ago did I re-discover this stub while putting the finishing touches on another entry. By the looks of it, seems like a funny recount of an embarrassing moment and my mind shall be hard at work trying to remember the end of it. Posting the entry anyways...... 


Have you ever wanted to live a while in the shoes of the other sex? I never had that wish, but on a default, I gotta live the life of a gal for a brief while yesterday morning. Thank my umbrella for that. When NASA spends millions to gauge the realities of space...I just invested in my senses and came away with lessons for life. Things wanted for the experiment- my crazy charming self, the possibility of rain, an overcrowded 'sardine can' of a bus and a colorful, two tone umbrella. Read on...

The umbrella in question is the one that looks like those old grandpa contraptions, little huts that you hold aloft. Only that this was much more plastic, lean and for its canopy had two alternating colors, blue and white. Oh, also had the word "Preethi" darkly fonted on the blue surface. This little joy belongs to a friend and colleague who loaned it to me just the day before after it became obvious that it would rain, it would rain bad, I will get wet, and I shall sermon the act of getting wet in the rain for the near foreseeable future. So yesterday morning saw me taking it back and then like pieces of a larger puzzle coming together, it was a crisp sunny morning and I chose the smallest bus ever created for my commute (how small? Well...I have quoted this before- the front door of the bus and the back door...were the same door. That small). It was crowded to the brim and I found myself a spot at the back- and it seemed, everyone had eyes for my umbrella. That cliched thing was a straight stick without any obvious handle and thus had to be handled like a policeman's baton. Imagine doing all that balancing while picking the exact commute money from my pocket, synchronizing my moves to the shakes that the bus endured due to the king sized potholes all over the road and also maintaining a vertical posture while trying not to tip over a hapless commuter, who could very well suffer massive internal damages from such a collision (elementary physics). Ah...and all through these gymnastics, all those comfortably seated saw my various attempts and maintained a indifferent silence. Finally, a middle aged lady did offer to hold my umbrella for me...her eyes were filled with such pity, I might have reminded her about her years as a little girl. I could stand erect and proud for a while and turned back to survey the landscape. Boy, there was an opinion in each of those people behind me.."Can't handle that you sissy?" or "How did that dude reach there upfront? He was here a while ago?"....and indeed I had moved. You see, a crowded bus is a fluid in motion and like a poor wretch drowned in it, you could go anywhere the tides took you.

...whatever it was, it wasn't ending with me falling flat on my behind or putting myself in a sticky situation with the law or the opposite sex. That, I would remember. Anywhoo...thanks for your patience & if you do figure that you have an idea as to where this was going- drop me a line. Cheers.