My topsy-turvy auto ride

All done…check Samsung Galaxy…check Nokia…check wallet…check stoll…check eyeliner…check keys…done. Its already 10 minutes late and am still stuck at my place. A single minute more and I will screw my roomie’s life...required she is there. Huh…if she wouldn’t have fled to her sister’s house for that chicken biryani. Oh…am wasting my time on cursing her. Let’s catch the auto first or I will be stuck in that killer jam for hours. Oh I forget to remove the faded nail-paint on my toes. No time for that.

All rapped up in my Sarojini Nagar stoll, I took the overcrowded auto on the verge of busting. I stuffed myself in the 6-inch space besides the fat aunty for the hour long journey, otherwise a 20 minute drive given the road is devoid of the killer jam…impossible. Pity on the guys who feel like peeing on the roadside in their hour long bike ride to their offices…moreover it is morning time…not all have a fixed body clock that ticks on time.

I have to save enough to replace my Blackberry with an Apple. I also need to buy green bellies as I have enough number of clothes in the same colour to match with. Ufff…I think all sort of things on my way to office…stupid timepass. The mind of a girl errr human is like a pollen grain that can be carried by the air in any direction. Huh what a dead example!

Moreover, to fill up for my maximum irritation limits, the autowallahs play the outdated depressing numbers from the retro era early morning. Some painful ones include “Bewafai ka sitam” and all sort of bizarre songs which shouldn’t have been penned and sung in the first place. I wonder why a girl would like to have a boyfriend like them. Smokers with shoulder-length oily hair parted from centre and an eye-burning ghastly fashion sense. 

And so much of dust on the road! Will the Chief Minister ever take this road and have a taste of Rajasthan brought to life in Noida. It takes 15 minutes to refurnish myself in the office loo. All the efforts of my neem face, apricot face mask and pineapple bleach go waste, courtesy Delhi and Uttar Pradesh government. Moreover braving the 21 speedbrakers wrongly built where they were not needed at all grind the sugar-free biscuit I took along with the sugar-free tea my p.g. aunty makes for me sulking about the soaring vegetable and LPG prices.

Finally I reach office without my green eyeliner which I lost among the many things I keep on leaving here and there. So, I am there on my hotseat to kickstart the day. Oops! I forgot my tiffin in the auto. Ughhhhhh! This is just not done. I had left my Andamans umbrella two months back in an auto. The day is already messed up. Still I am looking forward to my possible date in the evening. Hope it turns out worthwhile.