I heard my watch chime in which meant I had just 1 hour to reach Central, and was getting incrementally frustrated at the long queue at the Metro.
After what was a 35 day wait, the D-day arrived at last. Anticipating to see my parents and eat my Mom’s scrumptious cuisine once again I was utterly thrilled when the day at last arrived. (In fact was so thrilled, that I forgot to sleep).
Was something like 5th in the queue when I decided to end the frustration by breaking the law. Breaking the law, and traveling ticket less. Though that was common place and a routine for a Hyderabadi, but suddenly felt odd. Somehow, with the resolution that I’d deal with any kind of maladroit situation, I jumped off the line and made off the elevator. After a 7 min wait, the train arrives, luckily empty seated.
Right from the time I read about the Gatesian adventures with his business trips, I’m being haunted with these kinds of things of reaching the destination at the last minute, with all the fun diluted. But this time, things were to change and something real surprise was in store for me.
The Metro somehow got me, with hardly 15 mins left with 10 mins of walk to the central, forget the rush hour traffic that includes pedestrians. After 8 mins of twiddling and twaddling and screams from people who were elbowed by me, I reached my destination, heavily gasping and panting. Imagine this on a typical day @ railway station in the screwed up weather that is of Chennai.
Here I go, seated in my reserved berth I start devouring my surroundings. The rest as they say goes into the anals of my cerebral cortex locked for eternity!
Just ‘d ‘nt hit the sack, how ‘d I with my thoughts wandering for one into the Hawking’s Black Holes, report of the structure constant variability I read early in the day, thought of time’s relativity and its effects on people in different time frames and the most idyllic view just right off me, Bliss!
As I end this post, the one thing I really want is to be freezed forever in that time frame, for they are serendipitous and surrealistic moments. Can’t help but recant Dali’s “The Persistence of Memory”.
