The weekend hangover and laziness show up every Monday morning. I call it as Monday sickness. Quite the opposite happens when Saturday approaches; expecting rest and refreshment after weeklong hard work in the office. This will be the familiar perception of everybody, whatever is the working system. Nonetheless, the sickness of Monday gradually vanishes as the day progresses like the mist during the sunrise. Here I share some interesting experiences gained during the daily trips to my office.
Smart animals: A street dog waited patiently for the green signal whilst the commuters hurried across the road. The clever crow took the rest under the bus shelter. Sudden shower made a responsible hen spread her plumes to protect her seven chicks. One bull licked the neck of another to relieve the itch of the latter. Two squirrels busily hopped all over the lush branches of a Guava tree in search of tender leaves and edible fruits, while the tiny spiny caterpillars kept munching the shoots ignoring the watching eyes of a sparrow perched on another branch of the same tree.
Traffic snarl: The heavy rain of yesterday left temporary pools of water and potholes on the road hampering the traffic of the busy road. As the administration was slow to respond, the local volunteers, including the auto-rickshaw drivers swung into action to cut ditches to drain the stagnated water and leveled the passage. The whole process took more than thirty minutes during which the vehicles formed a long serpentine. The passengers and the vehicles were unlucky as they had to hit another traffic jam from the movement of the Chief minister’s convoy. By the roadside, two pigeons picked up the grains spilled from the rice bags unloaded from a truck.
Casual Passenger: When the town bus stopped at one busy roundtana, a passenger complained to the patrol police that somebody stole his cell phone. The constable did his routine inquiries that ended with the blunt question’ whether he really carried the phone or left at his home.’ The sergeant used his device to call the missing phone, but nobody lifted. When the bus resumed its ride along with the aggrieved person, the conductor tried his luck to know the fate of the phone. After several calls, somebody answered as the phone was found near a bus stop, but the phone owner had a lukewarm reaction. After the persuasion by the conductor, he got down casually at the next stop to go back and retrieve the phone.
Corpse rolled: The siren had its effect on both the people and the vehicles on the road. Everyone moved aside to facilitate the ambulance’s fast passage. By the time, it crossed a road junction, its unlatched back doors got open and a stretcher with a corpse rolled on the road. The driver was not aware of what happened, and he stopped the vehicle only after hearing the person sat in the rear of the vehicle. The stretcher halted after a brief screeching movement, but the dead were intact.
Mistaken age: I do not dye my hoary head for two counts; laziness and allergy. One day after boarding the bus, I kept standing as there was no seat. When some passengers alighted at the next stop, my neighbor who also stood, suggested me to occupy the seat thinking that I was an aged man with gray hair.
Stupid Drunkard: It was a torrid and thankless day of summer: the sun traveled half the skyline at ten o’clock and poured the glaring light and scorching heat. People were trying to avoid the sun by occupying any shade available, wearing sunglasses, reaching-office early and avoiding going out. Nonetheless, in the middle of the open traffic island, one person lay unconscious of the solar tortures and undisturbed by the bleats and honks of the vehicles passing by. He was a drunkard relieving the hangover from booze had last night.
The Lost wallet: At the end of the day’s work, I left the Investigator’s office to take my scooter from the parking area. My palm felt the hollowness of my pant pocket: the wallet missing. To get out of the premises, I needed to pay the paltry parking fee but I had no money. Phoned up the inquiry officer for his help and he gave some cash instantly. I thanked him and assured to return the same at the earliest. I had no idea of where I missed the purse but cursed my carelessness. The loss of the pouch was completely forgotten in the wake of personal and official works. Exactly a week later, a stranger called on my cell phone to say, “I found a purse lying in my tricycle. Are you its owner?” He cross-checked my identity and asked me to come and collect at a Biriyani shop where he worked. I felt that anything good done by us will return. Faithfully, I received the wallet with its contents from the stranger and thanked him heartily. Still, I view the wallet restoration as a wonder in a big city like Chennai. Thanks to the virtues of honesty and sincerity that make the world a lovely place to live in.