parle G

Sometimes in life it happens that nothing falls into place like the way they should be . its like a cycle stand when one thing goes wrong everything follows in that way. Nothing goes ok. how much you may not try . there are times in your life when you get psyched out and feels like throwing your head to the wall. You put your middle finger as a sign of ovation to the Murphy and his law( which states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong) but here I’m not writing abt the things which are just going wrong..anyway my day wasn’t fruitful at all . Woke up late with a (). Missed office. Got yelling from Boss regarding no prior notifications for not coming to industry. What was i suppose to? calling him from () that am going to get sozzled and incase if i fail to come next day please accord my absence. FTW.It was truly not my fault. Morning was bad in any case. It was 10 am and i was reading something (yeah something)and suddenly turned ravenous. My inner glutton was demanding me to feed it with some food. Pugnacious rats start running around in my tummy maniacs. I dashed for some biscuit which i usually fossilised in a container for future purpose. All i could i see were wafers. damn then my brown eye balls fell upon a three days old OPEN pack of good day biscuits. I moved to get it but it was under the jurisdiction of ants. Fuck you little ants ! tiny ants crawling ants running over my hands. I ran to the bathroom and let the turbulences of water to carry away those ants into hells serenity. Lol good day biscuits (they should name it something else). I dressed and elope to the closet hotel( local word). I checked my wallet. It was feeling extremely light. i realised i had no cash. I swapped my card for last night’s bill. Anyway that is not a issue, because i have atm with me and i can easily spot a HDFC atm machine. I rush and find myself alone. I am glad that there is no headache to follow butts to get to into the ac room to get cash. And to my misery that ATM was running ups today. What ever happened should not happened. i look with pensive eyes and kick the machine. The guard yelled—what the heck?? What are you doing?
I said nothing and left. I am hungry and i have no money. I dive into my wallet and only i managed to come up with a five rupee coin. I know a place (tapprii or larri ) where i can eat some bread pokods with that money. I order one with extra chutney and i devour it. I hand him my five rupee coin, he said three rupees more.~dam baraha diya kiya. Pach mahene pahela to pach rupiya ka detha tha.. are shaba ji dam brahe hui to ek sal ho gaya~. While talking to the taprriwala ,one little girl in rags tugged my tshirt & begged for money. I just stand blank and trying to comprehend what to do. I m stuck with no line of action. I said bhaiya if its ok if i pay you next morning. Reluctantly he agreed and i gave that 5 rupee coin to that girl. I put a broad smile and leave that place. I went to my room and continued to read. 1 am and i thought to borrow some money from my house owner for my days meal. I went upstairs and to add salt to my misery i saw a LOCk yelling at me `sorry boss nobodys home`. I hardly have any communication with them. So i have no clue where they have gone. i thought i have to be parsimonious in future. Ready money is what matters rest is fake..Back again to my room, i groped for coins i that i usually throw carelessly. I could manage to come up with twelve one rupee coins. I again went to that taprri wala to get pakods. But it was 1 pm and he ran out of snacks. Damn! I was strolling on the streets oblivious to all teh things that were being sold on the sidewalks which i couldn’t afford at that moment.i bought some parle G biscuits and carried them to my room and eat them with water and continued to read with a voracious stomach. .damn what a day.