Time out!!

After 22 years of struggling with life i have come to realise a thing which i have found more useful than newtons laws..there are two things that doesn’t run(or go) as u wish!!

· Girls

· Time

The harder you try to gain them the more it slips out of your hand! And in my case.. i have totally given up on both!!

If i were to point out the toughest of these to handle i would go all in for time! We have a long history of misgivings to write about!! It would date back to the days when i was toddler back at school! The day would start well past the sunrise.. and what ensues is a chase of the school bus on my dads scooter with me clutching on to him. He never used to fail me... and i used to roll into the school in the Loyola bandwagon which were always a cauldron of interesting activities! the interesting fact was that this became a routine and even on the “once –in a blue-moon” cases when i used to wake up early!!

Time simply seemed to elude me and i strongly believe it not to be a fault of mine. I used to wonder if there were any particular god in the zillion hindu deities who was assigned the dut y of time keeping and if there be any way to appease this particularly impatient god who was mean enough to fill up a minute with only 60 tiny seconds and again stuff 60 of these short minutes into an hour and well a day would obviously end up short if not otherwise!

Well the gods still seemed not to favour me as i moved on and early morning tuitions became the rule of the day. I found it extremely inconvenient to get my ass up there before the teacher had started on. Awkward moments used to follow with me being made a scapegoat for the literally drooling nitwits to laugh their sleep away! Some days used to turn out pretty nasty with some of them threatening to throw me out! Well not that i cared expect for the chicks i got to see and my parents’ frustration! These sleep killing ventures never went on well with me as it usually ended up wid me dozing off on the last bench.

The tryst with time continued into my college days and the situation just got worsened. I had to reach the college all by myself and the traffic jams the city was famous for never helped the cause. I was consistently late to the class with the first hours of class usually eluding me! It was like i existed in a totally different time zone and which i guess the teachers were not quite aware of! Some gave a sardonic smile as they waved this “time challenged”(something i came up with to indicate my predicament)in. Some others were not so lavish on their sympathy and the threats and HOD-visits were becoming common. The other consequences were id-card confiscation by the college sentry and the subsequent visits to the Bursar’s office to collect those back(not that i cared for those damn thing to hang down my neck).

As if it was not enough ,this odd predicament of mine started to affect my social life too!! I started turning up late for movies.. which usually didn’t happen.. and even for other stuff which were far more interesting that school or college.. All this made me realise i had some kind of an on-time-phobia which i could not probably cure! It was me.. a part of me i cant help without.. and something i had to take with me all the way to my grave, since i sure don’t want to be late to my funeral!!