Saturday or Lost day

Half MBA is over and it seems like this is enough, not one more year please. Yesterday when everyone was getting ready to watch the world cup I was moving towards my home , I took a bus at 2:30 p.m. I bought the ticket but soon I misplaced it and for half an hour tried to find but failed. So I thought just sit quietly, don’t worry  ...”dekha jaega”.Then i searched for my earphone but could not find them and tried to sleep as there was no other option.

A guy came and sat next to me, he was listening songs using earphone and singing along which was quite awkward and in between for some time he even stopped using earphone and started playing those old songs aloud. So you can guess how much disturbing it was. Thankfully his stop came after an hour or so and he went, after that one uncle took the seat and he was continuously talking on phone .After some time bus driver figured some problem with the engine and it came to a halt. We were to be shifted in another bus on the highway. The conductor asked everyone to get their tickets signed. I said “ i lost my ticket”, he said “where did you keep it?” stupid question, if I knew I would have found it .Anyhow I thought “dekha jaega “ then after waiting for around 10 minutes we got a bus who was ready to take us in. The conductor of the new bus didn’t bother to see the tickets and I saved 100 bucks :P. Reached home at around 8 p.m. and when I reached home my parents realized that they have lost the keys of our house, they tried to find it but again in vain. We had to take out the glass above the backdoor and then tore the iron net of the backdoor to open it and get an entry in our own house. 

Monica Dhiman

Tries to express her thoughts, observations and whatever bothers her a lot in form of words :)

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