The road (not) taken

While chatting with The Dude recently, he mentioned something to the effect of, ‘I do miss you, quite a bit, but right now I am missing the car more’. Yeah. Just like that. It totally broke my heart. Obviously. I mean come on, I spend all my time whining about how bored and lonely I am without him, and this is what he has to say? That he’s missing the car?

Then I cut him slack. Because, you see, of all the bad things I am, dishonest isn’t one. And yes, I do miss The Dude like crazy in general, but honestly, every evening, when I set foot into the God forsaken bus at 7:15 PM, knowing very well that I will not be setting foot into home anytime before 9, all I want him back is for driving me to work and back. And once I settle down on the bean bag in front of the TV with my dinner ,  tired out of my wits, I get back to missing him for the other stuff too. Yeah. So what he said wasn’t that bad.

Anyway. I knew what I signed up for when I moved to the office in this part of the city. Heck, I prayed for it. I used to hate the older office’s location because to reach there, you’d to pass through the most boring parts of the city and all I wanted was the flyovers, and the malls and the lights. What I didn’t want, or account for, was the traffic. And the traffic. And some more traffic. That, coupled with the fact that our transport guys have taken it upon themselves to make me suffer for I have no clue what, have selected a route, which, well, I don’t know how to explain. Or I do. Just a sec.

Ok. I am not sure if you got that. But let me just say that, if we took the O->F->H route and not the O->F->S->N->H route, I would not be doing this post. But the probability of taking O->F->H is very very low, as it depends entirely on the non-existence of the inhabitants of Point S. And though there are only 3 of the aforementioned species, they somehow have this telepathic connection with one another, which ensures that, never, ever, are they missing together. It is some kind of a mafia thing really. And yes, let me also mention that thanks to the existence of , not one, but two, TWO railway gates between F and N, the 30 minutes can increase exponentially. Obviously, this delay ensues after the S people have reached the comforts of their respective homes. (Edited to add : It might seem that getting off at F and taking an auto to H would be a simpler thing to do, but it’s my luck we’re dealing with currently, and that ensures that there is no scope of any public transport whatsoever at the point, this being bang in the middle of the army area).

Bottom line, I am pissed. I know that’s not a new thing for anyone, but I am like, really, really pissed. And it is bringing out this ‘not-too-pretty’ side of me way too often. Mine, and of course of the others who actually live beyond Point N. Yes yes, they exist too. It’s like we are these anti-social elements, who, just when we are about to reach F, do a quick survey of the bus to spot if by any chance the S people have chosen to bless us with their absence for the day. And if that happens, we actually let out war-cry like whoops of joy. And once, we did it when one S person we did not notice was sleeping in the back seat. Let’s just say it was not a pretty sight.

Anyway, I am just biding time. Another couple of days, and I get to savor the World’s best Public Transport system. Yes, London totally rules. Over Singapore and Tokyo too. And then, once I am back, it would just be a matter of 2 more weeks. Till The Dude gets his beloved car back. And I, my beloved designated chauffeur.