Finally, the cuckoo sang

Sometimes one just wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. The moment you open your eyes nothing feels right, the head is heavy, the body lazy and the day demanding. Today was one of those days. It's so easy to open your eyes sometimes yet it's so difficult to wake up.

Already late, ran out of my house to find a rickshaw in an attempt to reach office in time. The stop was devoid of rickshaws. What the *#@* !!! Scampered another 200 meters to find one but no luck. The clock seems to tick faster on such days. Finally a god sent rickshaw stopped by the way but his demands were godly too. How did he knew that I was willing to pay anything under the sky for a rickshaw today? A clear cut instruction about the destination was provided to him.

Finally we marched forward. The traffic jams are usual here at morning hours. Needless to mention the horns blare too loud on days such as these.

It seemed that the clear cut instruction went for a toss and the idiot took me for a ride. Since, I am new here, every new turn seem a new possibility for me. That was my mistake. Ran again for 100 - 150 meters to find another rickshaw. Finally I was in office, 1 min before the scheduled time.

I looked down upon the list of jobs which needed my attention. It comprised largely of coordination and follow up jobs. Lots of phone call today and lo! my phone is not fully charged.

Did I mention there was no power from 2o'clock in the night? People would not pick up my calls, so the running starts again. 1st floor to 3rd floor to 5th floor back to 3rd floor.... it goes on. Even the security person sitting at the gate started getting irritated every time I approach the exit gate on my floor. However, most of the work was done. Few people do picked up the phone but were too busy to pay attention. I don't blame them.

Walked back to home, Gurgaon is expensive places to stay you know. Need to save some money. Even before I entered my house, my roomie informed me that there was still no electricity. No that was not the end, no water as well. Stood outside my house and started weighing my options. Finally after 45 mins or so the electrician comes and charges a sum of Rs. 120 just to adjust a wire. I was too tired to argue, wrote a application to SDO and handed him the money.

The food arrives, but the room was a mess and so was my head. Decided to clean it and every possible use of water seemed like a necessity. Although I know there is no water. You open your lunch with great expectations and desire. Besan ki sabji!!!, no no I don't hate it. I loathe it. There was a time I vomited from the sheer smell of it. Since the time has changed, I ate the rest distastefully of whatever was offered.

That was one hell of a day, fraught with difficulties and unwanted challenges. But when I will look back to this day, I won’t remember it for no power or no water or filthy food or crappy people. I would remember this day for someone giving words to her thoughts. One may or may not be physically close, but being able to feel her excitement and her sadness and her anger. Squinting her eyes, making a face, taking a second to get her thoughts together. The images keep forming as you read through. It is magic. It has to be.

It took a long persuasion and lots of taunt but the cuckoo finally sang.