Monday, March 16, 2009

Disastrance

It all starts with getting late. Not that I got up late, far from it. As always, I had been awake since 2 AM going on to 5 AM. Got ready, a little too early to leave for work. Lay down for a while, slept off. Woke up with alarm bells in my head to see it is 10. Not that anyone would have a problem if I arrived late at work, generally reach late anyways. But these days I report to my big boss in Singapore and it being ahead of IST, he talks to me by 10:30, so had to reach before that.

Since I hadn't read the newspaper, decided to skim through it in the cab. Wrong decision no. 1.

The ipod generally goes in my pocket with the earphones where they belong, my ears. The wires were too entangled, so it went along with the newspaper in my right hand. Wrong decision no. 2.

I always try and carry the 60 Rs change on me or ask the cabbie at the start if he has change for a 100/-. Forgot to do both today, wrong decision no. 3.

Got too engrossed with the newspaper, and forgot to put on the music, wrong decision no. 4.

Reached office, realized there was no change, rushed inside, got it, came back out to pay it.

I always and always check the cab because my Iphone has this tendency to slip out for some reason. For some other unknown reason, didn't do it today. Wrong decision no. 5.

Just yesterday, precisely at 2:45 PM while traveling to Kings Circle, I thought one should always note down taxi numbers in case they forget something, meanwhile smirking about a couple of friends who had lost their phones in cabs and rickshaws. Didn't heed my own counsel the next day. Wrong decision no. 6.

Disaster strikes only on such momentous occasions. When you tend to not do those very things that you always do as routine and assume to do through the sub-conscious. A disastrance really.

I lost my Ipod. I feel like I lost a great friend, like I lost some kin. No, I lost a part of me really, a part of my identity. I lost the support of Messrs, Children of Bodom, Dire Straits, Pink Floyd, RPWL et al who have helped me through those depressing times.

Time to use the old shuffle and perhaps the Iphone itself. In the style of the castaway Tom Hanks, I name thee Bluesleek the Sympathizer and mourn your loss. May you serve some other master and perhaps kill him with a nice little electric shock or turn Kamikaze and die of an internal short circuit rather than submit to someone else!

- Mohsin

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2 Comments:

At April 11, 2009 at 5:10 PM , Blogger Pagan Winter said...

Wouldn't it be ironic if I said, "Nice post"?
/Anyways, now them earphones are broken too, aren't they?

 
At April 22, 2009 at 12:34 PM , Blogger Wendol said...

Them earphones are also broken, you saw it.
I am currently music-less :-(

 

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