Taking clothes off in a stadium...

There are times, when I happen to be running late for an appointment, a meeting, a party, or even work, and I feel the craving to have one of those Back to the Future cars that could just hop in the air and go flying around wherever required!

Today was another one of those days! I had this craving from the very moment I pulled out of my street this morning. My head was pulsating with the irritating feeling that can neither be called pain nor numbness. May be it was my blocked sinus, or I possibly slept through the night with my head exposed to cold. May be I was just hungry. Hunger! This rang some bells, in my already buzzing head as well as my stomach! Now I knew!! it was that bucket full of Dunkins' cappuccino that I had had before going to bed at 2. So I started munching on pieces of the vegetable roll my mother had placed in the passenger seat as I hurriedly sat in the car.

I had yet not finished either the roll nor the silent appreciation of Mama's tasty cookery, when I drove right into a traffic jam, caused by uniformed policemen dragging the rusted and deshapped barriers in the middle of the road just before the District Courts compound! So much for my indulgence in the breakfast on the roll...

It was 8:50 am when the traffic was blocked, for an unknown reason. And it was 9:45am, when somebody from the office called me back to tell me why the routes had been blocked. The army man was taking off his uniform finally, at the Hockey Stadium on the Mall. So all the arrogant asses who had not stayed at home to watch the patriot's sacrifice on the national tv channel, were now running around in circles, trying to get to the places they would have reached hours ago, if our nation's great leader had deprived us the awareness of this event happening! It is a democracy after all! The public must know everything!

And there we were, the arrogant members of public, wasting fuel on the roads, running late for our commitments, enjoying awareness of the history being made!

It was 10:45am when the traffic finally thinned enough to allow me to shift the car in the third gear. It was a moment of relief!

But happy moments tend to be short lived! An exhausted and probably dying housefly spiralled in front of my eyes, and zoomed straight in one of my nostrils! Instinctively I shook my head as voilently as I could while keeping my hands on the steering wheel. The car swayed between the lanes, the surrounding cars honked curses at me. The housefly flew out of my nose and landed on top of the glove compartment. I pulled the car back in control, looked at the fly with my furious eyes, and slapped my left hand where it was replenishing its energies to make another flight and saw it spiral downwards, probably dead! But I was not satisfied yet. The democratic nation of my car had infuriated me!

So I looked at its filthy blood on my hand and muttered, "Maadar Ch**d..! Dalla!!! Kuttay ka bacha!"

I felt pretty relaxed when I reached the office 3 hours late than usual! My empire had been taken care of temporarily. Hopefully no more houseflies would bother me in my car...