Incidents galore

Yesterday was a day of incidents. I went to meet a friend who is under hiding but still couldn't stop himself from walking the 50 metre distance to taste the aloo chura. We stood there while he greedily gobbled a third helping of the snack and all of a sudden we spotted a very close friend making his way to the office below the taxi stand. Because he would have come over to speak had he seen me, I was forced to hide as well. So the pillar and a few cars were all that stood between us and him. We managed to keep our presence under wraps but not for long. Ten steps later we met some seniors, one of them staring at the mysterious fellow wearing tinted glasses under the red hood. Much to his dismay, he had to give up his disguise and speak to her. Also, did I mention his chappal gave away which meant he was merely dragging his left feet when all this happened. This was how my afternoon kickstarted. The other memorable incident was being stopped by the traffic cop for violating a rule. My friend had downed two cans of beer so I told her to stay in the car and remain calm. I spoke to the policeman while he wrote a challan for us. It was post office traffic and all the cars slowed down to watch the tamasha. When I got home and narrated the same to my parents, I was scolded for putting my friend in trouble. Ofcourse it wasn't a big deal but I felt so guilty that I called her up multiple times and messaged to say sorry for what had taken place earlier. 

After all this, the Bayern Munich versus India match was a treat for sore eyes. What a dream come true to see the likes of Robben, Mueller, Schweinsteiger etc. play for an Indian crowd. With a population of more than a billion people, its a national shame that we cannot put together a decent team of eleven! A quick reference to the real national shame, however, would be the fact that one out of every three children is suffering from malnutrition in our country today. No wonder our boys looked meek in comparison to the German side. Going by the game, aiming for World cup 3000 seems a distant dream. Still, overall it was a good game and the honour given to Bhaichung Bhutia was heartwarming.

Cut to the present, today is a new day, a new opportunity to make things right. The sun has been rather kind on us for the past two days. I am still running around for the hospital formalities before my father takes off to the capital for a meeting cum dental check-up. I was hoping to pass on the chore of collecting the duly signed papers from the doctor to the driver but I have been instructed otherwise. So now within the next hour I will be back in familiar surroundings, perhaps shoving, glaring, speaking politely to a few people. Have a nice day folks.