I was sleeping and dreaming about something which I don’t remember. Normally it happens that I remember always my bad dreams but when I dream about something good I completely go blank. I kept trying for a while to get a glimpse of it that was ruling my mind a while before but all my attempts to find was giving an answer “No results found”.My phone alarm started ringing at sharp 6 AM, time to wake up and exercise. I switched off the alarm and then phone asked me “Do you want to switch on the phone”. Bloody hell, does it ring even when it is switched off. I did not know that, it was kind of early morning enlightening for me. Anyway, I switched it on and kept on the side table and slept again, but could not as one word kept haunting my head “Exercise”. I had gained a lot of weight in last few years and really I needed to shed few.
Finally I got up at around 6:30 AM, had some water, I tried to wake up my wife but no response. Every night she will tell that I will come tomorrow but she will never wake up. I put on my jogging shoes and tried to wake up my wife again, no response. I just looked at her face, she was sleeping like sweety pie, didn’t feel like waking her up.
Me & my wife, I don’t think I have a world beyond this. I do get along with my family but not without her. She is just like my charger which will be always required for me to run.
I locked the door and went down for jogging, did not use the lift rather I went by stairs , one of our very close friend had said once , you guys are staying at 5th floor if you just start using stairs you will lose weight. Fine nothing wrong in it, so let’s so it. But I was in a little hurry to lose weight so the jogging. After 7-8 rounds of the jogging on the track laid all around our apartment building, I felt little tired , went to Gym, few pushups & cycling. That’s it done; I can’t live more than this away from my wife early morning.
She is still sleeping, kept tea on the gas and shouted from the kitchen to come out of bed, she answered, “coming”. Started browsing through the news paper, same old news “18 bombs were diffused in Surat” nobody knows how they are finding these bombs and why it did not blast. May be it was placed there to be just detected and diffused not for blast.
Finally she woke and we had tea, I was reading newspaper and just thinking, watchman did not come this month to collect electricity card. These electricity board guys are also so very unique, they will come once in a month for the reading if your card is there they will give you amount to be paid else they will note the reading, calculate the bill and keep with them and expect that you will dream about your bill and pay. If you don’t pay on time, finally go sleep in a blast furnace. I still don’t forget when few years back we missed to pay as we never had a dream of our electricity bill, sometime June of 2007. Somehow we managed to sleep till 3-4 in the morning but finally we gave up as it was very humid and mosquitoes we could not control. My wife had very unique & crazy idea and we took our car, it was raining heavily, went a km from flat and parked our car in one corner of the road, kept engine and AC running and slept.
We slept there for an hour or two and finally got up, started back to home, thinking that it was a beautiful crazy idea. Sleeping in a AC car in a corner of the road , under a big tree and rain is pouring at the full force, really never had such a beautiful experience , thanks to my wife and thanks to that electricity board guy for disconnecting power.
Working day started, got ready and zoomed to the office, stalled by the traffic near velachery check post. Switched on the music, Rabbi shergil’s new album was playing a song “Jinhe naaj hain hind par kahan hain… Mera naam Satyendra Dubey jo kahna tha who kah gaye”. This song reminded me of the story of Satyendra Dubey, an IIT graduate working in Golden quadrilateral project. He wrote a letter to prime minister of India about the corruptions in the project, that was very confidential and he was murdered after the letter was leaked from PMO.
I was stuck in the middle of the traffic, traffic has come to a standstill, I don’t know why. After a while I saw a huge cutout of a political leader wearing his landmark black sunglass has fallen on the road. I saw there we many such cutouts and posters plastered, hanged all through the roads, pavements and dividers. Why do they do this? “Singh is king” song was playing now.
I somehow crawled and reached office, Kept cribbing all through about Chennai traffic and about people’s traffic sense and still thinking why these politicians put huge cutouts, flags and posters in the middle of the road.
