Them , Us, Me. wtf!

Firstly, I kept aside my traveling plans to Kerala for the weekend just because I would be getting something new for the first time and have to be here in Mysore. They, so coldly, said it’s going to be delayed further when I clearly mentioned that I am in need of that more than anything else, more than the urge to toss this tie that surrounds my neck as a snake; highly uncomfortable. They say the load isn’t yet delivered as it’s having a field trip from Haryana and they actually don’t have the truck driver’s number to confirm where the load is.
Don’t give me that Bull! I couldn’t convey the same to ‘them’ and I blame my lack of knowledge in Kannada and theirs in English as the option of Hind is chalked out as both knew the same Hindi and I am not so fluent with the rough words. Now I am left out to mouth certain abuses at imaginary them, in my mind.

Secondly, I stay in my friend’s room instead of going around Mysore to watch Arsenal beating the hell out of Boro and what I get is to watch us playing like shit. I never ever watched them play so bad and would never ever want them to play like that from now on. I was so disappointed and dejected last night. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Is it the England team on the pitch? Nah, reality strikes and it’s Arsenal who lost vital lead and I am dumbstruck.

Thirdly, I get to my cubicle to get some papers and return back to my room and instead of doing what I wanted to do end up logging in and the computer ask to change the password for security reasons as if I was given access to something highly confidential, if there is any! All I get to have is nothing in the hard disk which can be stolen in computer science sense. Why do I need to change my password every few days is beyond my imagination!
Anyway, I end up spending twenty minutes to find a new password. It says: You are not using all the secure measures given in the password tips and there I was banging my head all over to find a password which I can actually remember and isn’t in the list of my previous 12 passwords. Can you believe it? Twelve previous passwords! To do a ‘Asim benerjee’, how did they decide the number to be twelve? Huh!

Fourthly, I get a call from my roommate to buy toothpaste while coming back to the room and he specifies it to be ‘Pepsodent’. Ok. I get to the lift door in the third floor and press the down button. I see first lift resting in the second floor and the second in -2 which is moving up. The first never stops resting and the moving one starts moving so slow that I keep on smashing the button, not that it makes the lift move fast but... it’s simply unexplainable. Those of you who spotted me at that moment... don’t panic. Nothing is wrong with me as of now and I assure you there is no need of moving me to an asylum. The second one actually went up to the fifth floor and then while coming down stopped to pick me up. All this while, the first was still resting. Kudos to whoever designed that system!

Finally, I get to the dhobi to get my clothes back and he shouts at me saying washing and ironing clothes take one week time and tomorrow will be that day. Me to myself: ‘Oops! Wrong time. He is having an off day!’ Yours truly walks down to the loyal world to find no toothpaste.

Last but not the least, I reach the room to find it dark and deserted to find out the loss of power only in our house while the whole locality is beaming with lights shining. After all these, I didn’t find anything better than to spend the whole night fighting mosquitoes and cool breeze. To think in those terms, silly me! Of course I was wrong. The water! You don’t have power; you can’t pump water into the tank.

Hahahaha . Someone up there is having a laugh.

“Who is having an off day?” I retrospect.