OK. I dont go out to work, but I have my own Monday blues. After a weekend, I kinda lose touch with cooking fast and on time!...thats more important. On time!!!. Happened again. Went for a walk n came back..almost running!. Time was 7 30 AM. He had to be ready by 8 AM. Then breakfast ( I strongly believe in "breakfasting" like a king :) )..I let him take his time, well, 8 30 max, then we are off to school. I heard and unheard the usual " do I give him a bath or would you do it today?" from my hubby. "did you pack his snack"?..."what will he have with the idlis?". I heard and unheard all of this. All that was running at the back of my head was the traffic. I start by 8 35...then its cool...i can talk to my son on the way n show him things. :) But if I dont, then I HAD it. It dosent make nay difference to my son though...:) childhood is bliss...:)
I made it. Got him ready with shoes, bag, snacks everything by 8 30. Answered the door once or twice in between...servant, next door aunty...the same servant works for both of us. So, I had to answer those "is it ok if she come sto your home after mine?"...fine!!! I dont care!!! . Am ready on the bike, son comes down the stairs...stands in front of me on the bike and off we go..
Thank God! no block near the first turning...usually there is. My son asks me "amma, I woke up early...so no traffic...isnt it". I try to sound like I have nothing else in mind..and say "yes, you r a good boy"!. we go a little further...a little traffic...my mind immediately jumps to all that I have to do after getting back home...cleaning the mess, my class, writing this blog too. Well, we go a little further say covered half the distance, n I see cars parked the whole road...on the side only thankfully...and I see people talking to each other n over their cell phones. Maybe some programme. I go a little further...n Oh my God! I have about 2km to go still and all I see is cars N helmets n cycles...caught in a traffic jam!!!. I hate this. My son asks me..." amma, traffic jam is it?" I say yes. :) he is a sweetheart. Servant...hubby office...have to shop...I hope he switched off the gas...
Finally, traffic cleared. Police everywhere. Directing us. Stopped the traffic about 3 times on a 1km road. I started to wonder what happened. But I had no time to think...AAH! another signal!. This one was not used today. Policemen everywhere again, guiding the traffic. But what takes 5 minutes took 15..and finally I was near his school. Just before the turn I was stopped again "madam, school?. Yes, Yes!! and finally we reached school. I literally tore the jacket off this arms, and sent him in. We were not late!!!.
I took a breath, then started back. I was stopped again. "madam, the other way". I had to just peep a little n I could see the junction I had to get to. But no...I had to go...the other way. Arre, which way? "they will direct you ma"..OK. I went. Diversion. diversion again. oh...the last one. I stopped and asked near the last diversion, after riding extra kms.."enne achchu"?
It was somebody's birthday.
my jaw dropped. And I drove back home. Tired. What else could I do?. I remained in a bad mood for a while, finished my work, laughed and told a few people who I thought might be taking that route, sat down and wrote this.....and let go :)
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