Morning...

Waking up in the morning is never a pleasant experience. A typical morning madness begins with me just refusing to budge out of my bed while having a sharp lookout at the clock and groaning with the knowledge that each minute spent in this struggle of cosmic proportions will lead to a hurried and hassled routine.

I am in the habit of putting on the radio as soon as i am up and about and let me assure you, the nauseatingly chirpy voice of the RJ doesn't help in any ways. Add to this the fact that the first song i heard in the morning goes something like this "I keep bleeding, i keep keep bleeding in love...". Just imagine, groggy with sleep, possessing the knowledge that you will be late to work, an overly enthusiastic RJ and on top of that a girl crooning a song bout how shitty love is...its great it be up and about everyday ain't it??????

Somehow, fate was a bit on my side and the lack of unforeseen events enabled me to leave right on time. Somehow this day wasn't going to be as bad as i had assumed... yeah right!!

How many guys out there have, if not in reality then in movies at least, seen the vision of a beauty, in a summer dress, standing on the road side, with the wind just so slight that it makes her hair dance just that small bit, her hand across one side of her face trying to shade herself from the sun. Having said that, as luck would have it, i chanced upon this in the chaotic roads of Delhi. And this chanced encounter led to a comedy of sorts. As i was busy admiring this beauty, trying to cross the road, i forgot that i was responsible for the movements of a steel beast, cruising at an easy 50 k's...apparently so did the drivers of the two cars that were ahead of me. When the realization finally struck them to revert their gaze back on the boring roads ahead, it led to an immediate application of pressure on the brakes. As one can guess, it led to the 3 cars "slightly" bumping into one another. As all three drivers got out of their cars, in tandem the reaction was as follows:
1. Dismayed look at the damage done to the car.
2. A longing gaze at the beauty a few metres away.
3. A sheepish grin to the other two drivers.

Upon realizing the stupidity of the whole situation we all just got back into our cars, I still cant believe that no words were exchanged, no altercations took place... just a very strong feeling of being an ass was common between us.

Finally have reached my office without any more undue excitement, have ol' franky boy queued up and am determined to make the tide turn and see through the day...