A rainy day like never before...

Actually, am in no mood to write about my journey home last Friday. Today has been a day of no activity at all. I want to do some good work but I don't get to and I'm getting irritated everytime someone around discusses some functional issues. I may talk to my PM directly next week if it continues this way. Nevertheless, I'll write down all about last week because I may not do such crazy things(hopefully!) again in my life.

Last friday my bus was to leave from Station at 10:15 in the night and I hadn't left the office even at 6:30. At 7, when I made up my mind to start, I realised it was raining crazily. I wasn't very worried. I had almost packed my bag already and I could skip dinner. So I waited for the rain to subside and finally was out at 7:45. As expected, no auto was ready to come to my place and I was still cursing them when I opened my house at 8:10, feeling all dirty and wet. I was hesitant to take an auto alone to Majestic so waited for the bus which for some reason, didn't turn up till 9:10. Fine, so far so good. Eveything was looking right on course till we crossed Richmond Circle at 9:35. And then, things went all wrong. The traffic started crawling and finally came to a standstill till 10:10 and I started thinking about the possibilities of returning right from there. But my co-passengers gave me some hope saying that KSRTC generally considers requests for waiting if there is genuine reason so I called up the control room and pleaded with them to give me 15 mins. more. Actually, it was hardly enough. At 10:30, with rain contributing generously to the chaos, Majestic was nowhere in sight. I could resist no longer - I got down from the bus and started running towards the Station. I found many like me on the way. I was so desparate that I stopped a biker and asked him for a lift but the idiot didn't understand anything and sped off. (P will be wild with me if he reads this!). Finally, got an auto to drop me near the entrance and uh, I ran as if running for life, only to know that the bus had left just then. I was too exhausted even to cry. I've never seen Majestic that way before - as if the whole of Bangalore had camped there! I couldn't even return as it was too late and the thought struck me that if stayed right there I might as well catch the morning bus to Mangalore. But thankfully, I didn't have to do it. After being nagged by me every ten minutes, the TC found a place for me in 11:45 bus which started at 12:30. Bless the chap! The worst part was that the 10:35 bus hadn't arrived even when we left! I mean, had my ticket been for 10:35, I wouldn't have missed my bus at all, right?

The bottom line - I stretched my luck a little too far this time. Manage things better, especially when there is a long weekend.