I was waiting near the bus-stop.My friend had not yet turned up.I was supposed to go to school with him today.In his car.
My cellphone rang.I picked it up."Hello,"I said.
"Yeah,hello...,"said my friend,"we'll be there in five minutes."
"Okay,"I said,"by the way,what's the colour of your car?"
"It's white,"he said and hung up.
"Five more minutes only,"I told myself.
The sky was growing dark.Somewhere in the distance,I heard thundering.It could rain at any moment now.I hoped that my friend would come to pick me soon.
Suddenly,I saw a white-coloured car in the distance.It was coming closer.Closer.I don't think that the car was travelling slowly,but I experienced the whole thing slo-mo.
"Skoda,"I almost screamed.
I had just realised that the car was a white-coloured Skoda Octavia.Could it be my friend's car? I felt excited at the mere thought of it.
The Skoda went past me.I simply looked on.It couldn't be my friend's car...
Apparently,I had asked my friend only the colour of his car.I hadn't asked him the name.
I heaved a tremendous sigh.
Soon,it started drizzling.As I like to get wet in the rain,I didn't make an effort to find any shelter.I simply stood over there.
I don't really know why,but at that moment I imagined myself as Aditya Roy Kapoor.I pretended that the song 'Tum Hi Ho' was being played in the background.I was completely soaked.Raindrops dripped from my face.It seemed almost like the scene from the movie 'Aashiqui 2',except for the fact that there was no Shraddha Kapoor around...
Another white car!
This time it was a Volkswagen."Wow!"I exclaimed.Those who were standing at the bus-stop looked at me,clearly astonished.
The Volkswagen zoomed past me just like the Skoda Octavia;except that,this time I found the lower half of my pant dripping with muddy water.The goddamn Volkswagen had done that.
Having learnt a lesson,I went and stood quietly under the shelter of the bus-stop.I wondered whether my friend would ever come.
Two or three cars and about a dozen scooters and bikes later,I saw another white car.Even as I was contemplating whether it could be my friend's car,the passenger's window of the white Maruti 800 rolled down and the freckled face of my friend was unmistakable.
"Hop in,"he said...
It was on that day that I learnt a really important lesson of my life:
Never expect anything.
Expectations hurt.
From that day onwards,I stopped expecting that somebody would come to pick me up in a Skoda or a Volkswagen;and I thanked my lucky stars that my friend had come in a Maruti 800 and not in a bullock-cart that was painted white!
My cellphone rang.I picked it up."Hello,"I said.
"Yeah,hello...,"said my friend,"we'll be there in five minutes."
"Okay,"I said,"by the way,what's the colour of your car?"
"It's white,"he said and hung up.
"Five more minutes only,"I told myself.
The sky was growing dark.Somewhere in the distance,I heard thundering.It could rain at any moment now.I hoped that my friend would come to pick me soon.
Suddenly,I saw a white-coloured car in the distance.It was coming closer.Closer.I don't think that the car was travelling slowly,but I experienced the whole thing slo-mo.
"Skoda,"I almost screamed.
I had just realised that the car was a white-coloured Skoda Octavia.Could it be my friend's car? I felt excited at the mere thought of it.
The Skoda went past me.I simply looked on.It couldn't be my friend's car...
Apparently,I had asked my friend only the colour of his car.I hadn't asked him the name.
I heaved a tremendous sigh.
Soon,it started drizzling.As I like to get wet in the rain,I didn't make an effort to find any shelter.I simply stood over there.
I don't really know why,but at that moment I imagined myself as Aditya Roy Kapoor.I pretended that the song 'Tum Hi Ho' was being played in the background.I was completely soaked.Raindrops dripped from my face.It seemed almost like the scene from the movie 'Aashiqui 2',except for the fact that there was no Shraddha Kapoor around...
Another white car!
This time it was a Volkswagen."Wow!"I exclaimed.Those who were standing at the bus-stop looked at me,clearly astonished.
The Volkswagen zoomed past me just like the Skoda Octavia;except that,this time I found the lower half of my pant dripping with muddy water.The goddamn Volkswagen had done that.
Having learnt a lesson,I went and stood quietly under the shelter of the bus-stop.I wondered whether my friend would ever come.
Two or three cars and about a dozen scooters and bikes later,I saw another white car.Even as I was contemplating whether it could be my friend's car,the passenger's window of the white Maruti 800 rolled down and the freckled face of my friend was unmistakable.
"Hop in,"he said...
It was on that day that I learnt a really important lesson of my life:
Never expect anything.
Expectations hurt.
From that day onwards,I stopped expecting that somebody would come to pick me up in a Skoda or a Volkswagen;and I thanked my lucky stars that my friend had come in a Maruti 800 and not in a bullock-cart that was painted white!
