This dude I'm talking about is alone right now and has scheduled several appointments over the 1st half of the day on a cloudy Wednesday. He owns a car which needs to be serviced, has a Debit card and its PIN has been locked out and a Sony Ericsson C 905 with a shattered screen and as the menu card reads, today's special is fever + nausea. Apparently, he realized that he has to catch up with a lot of things that were being pushed over a few weeks but what he didn't realize was that he had planned too much for the next 2 hours.
After a night full of rigorous coughing and non-stop sneezing, he reluctantly wakes up, showers and decides to go to work, only after finishing those tasks. While brushing his teeth, quickly grabs a pen and writes down the list of things that need to be done. Grunting at the new guy who has been shouting directly to Chennai without using the phone, he cursed himself for having found a new roommate. He then did what he is usually best at, plan the order of doing things. After listing down few of the many to-do things, he set out hoping to complete all the listed tasks. After he drove for a mile, he realized that he forgot his antiquated cell phone at home. Without giving it a second thought, he decided to drive further and complete each of his tasks one after the other. And the story starts here!
He directly goes to the Service Center, drops his car off for an Oil Change and a few other fixes. He manages to get a ride in his own car to downtown where he could get and moving most of his works. He first visits the library to renew a books and realized that it didn't open until the next 1 hour, so he had no other option than returning the books through a dump. He then decides to walk to the one of the banks which was one of the few tasks and felt the deficit of a 50 oz weight in the left side of his jeans. He missed it because he could have avoided walking alone and staring at Spring deserted pavements and traffic lights. Dawdling and ambling, he finally approaches the bank, tries to open the door swiftly and no sooner he notices the "Hours of Operation" in-scripted right by the handle.
Ta-Da! Only if he had a phone, he could have survived the boring Wednesday morning waiting 30 more minutes for the bank's door to open. Or, he could become the Alladin to chant Khul-ja-Simsim. The latter one was impossible and the former one far too possible. As he was counting the number of cars that passed by him, sitting on the side steps, a stranger from the nearby gas station walks up to him. He extends his hand out to him, greets him, and introduces himself as David and his opening line was "I am not the David in the Bible". By now, this dude has judged the new dude who was in his mid fifties to be a homeless guy who was waiting to rant away his ramblings. As expected, he turned out to be one. For a change, he was a well-informed homeless man. They both talked about ethics, mythology and politics. As a matter of fact, he was just listening while the old man kept saying. He again wondered, while still pretending to listen to the man very keenly, how could he forget his phone. Just before 9.00 AM the man left and he made this dude promise him that he'll attend the "Jazz House" while he played Ukelele tonight.
As the doors opened, he got his work done at the bank and set right out for the next thing on his list, to another bank. As he was feebly walking, he now realizes that he hadn't brought Gatorade which could have given him some energy to walk the couple of streets to reach to the bank. By the Grace of the Holy Mother, he reached there, got his work done. He comes out, walks to the bus stop and he realizes that he does not have the Bus Route Map to now when and where to board the bus. After waiting for a couple of minutes, he decides to take the '11' no. bus (11 -> two legs) and starts walking. He gets weaker and weaker as he walks and finally reaches the service center. He was on his own after that but look at how he could have saved time with technology.
After a night full of rigorous coughing and non-stop sneezing, he reluctantly wakes up, showers and decides to go to work, only after finishing those tasks. While brushing his teeth, quickly grabs a pen and writes down the list of things that need to be done. Grunting at the new guy who has been shouting directly to Chennai without using the phone, he cursed himself for having found a new roommate. He then did what he is usually best at, plan the order of doing things. After listing down few of the many to-do things, he set out hoping to complete all the listed tasks. After he drove for a mile, he realized that he forgot his antiquated cell phone at home. Without giving it a second thought, he decided to drive further and complete each of his tasks one after the other. And the story starts here!
He directly goes to the Service Center, drops his car off for an Oil Change and a few other fixes. He manages to get a ride in his own car to downtown where he could get and moving most of his works. He first visits the library to renew a books and realized that it didn't open until the next 1 hour, so he had no other option than returning the books through a dump. He then decides to walk to the one of the banks which was one of the few tasks and felt the deficit of a 50 oz weight in the left side of his jeans. He missed it because he could have avoided walking alone and staring at Spring deserted pavements and traffic lights. Dawdling and ambling, he finally approaches the bank, tries to open the door swiftly and no sooner he notices the "Hours of Operation" in-scripted right by the handle.
Ta-Da! Only if he had a phone, he could have survived the boring Wednesday morning waiting 30 more minutes for the bank's door to open. Or, he could become the Alladin to chant Khul-ja-Simsim. The latter one was impossible and the former one far too possible. As he was counting the number of cars that passed by him, sitting on the side steps, a stranger from the nearby gas station walks up to him. He extends his hand out to him, greets him, and introduces himself as David and his opening line was "I am not the David in the Bible". By now, this dude has judged the new dude who was in his mid fifties to be a homeless guy who was waiting to rant away his ramblings. As expected, he turned out to be one. For a change, he was a well-informed homeless man. They both talked about ethics, mythology and politics. As a matter of fact, he was just listening while the old man kept saying. He again wondered, while still pretending to listen to the man very keenly, how could he forget his phone. Just before 9.00 AM the man left and he made this dude promise him that he'll attend the "Jazz House" while he played Ukelele tonight.As the doors opened, he got his work done at the bank and set right out for the next thing on his list, to another bank. As he was feebly walking, he now realizes that he hadn't brought Gatorade which could have given him some energy to walk the couple of streets to reach to the bank. By the Grace of the Holy Mother, he reached there, got his work done. He comes out, walks to the bus stop and he realizes that he does not have the Bus Route Map to now when and where to board the bus. After waiting for a couple of minutes, he decides to take the '11' no. bus (11 -> two legs) and starts walking. He gets weaker and weaker as he walks and finally reaches the service center. He was on his own after that but look at how he could have saved time with technology.
- He could have used the phone to know the timings of the Banks or the Library
- He could have walked to the bus stop and take the bus instead of walking all the way
- He could have avoided the intellectual discussion with the aged man
- He could have called the Service Center and arranged a pickup from Downtown.
The dude in this post has not given me the rights to disclose his real name. But you know who :D
2 comments:
I think the guy is YOU?????ha ha ha
Greatt read
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