A different Story

At London with Rahul- Part 1

His right hand fingers were touching ground. He moved his neck and the pillow which kept the sunlight reaching his face, failed in its duty. His eyelids opened before light and heat realized they did their work. He moved his neck slightly out of sofa, opened his one eye. He saw the time and his face lit up, he said to himself,"7.40!Okay I still have 30 mins". He covered his face with pillow. Window curtains failed to stop the sun rays entering the room.

After some time the mobile alarm rang. He sprang up to sit upright on his sofa. "Its 1!", he exclaimed ,"I have a meeting at noon. Why the clock speeds up when I am asleep?". He ran towards the bathroom. But a beer bottle came below his foot he cried in pain,"Ohh my god." But all he could think was the face of his boss, who by this time might be expecting him in office along with his presentation. He ran in the bathroom grabbing his toothbrush. Before the minute hand moved 5 places he started wearing the clothes.Before locking the door, he looked inside the room. Jeans were lying on the bed, shirts took their place on the bed, while beer and whisky bottles chose the floor mat.

He checked if he has taken his laptop verifying it just by touching from outside the bag.Instead of running towards his parking lot, "Ohh why is this not India." He exclaimed. He chose the tube. He knew tube will definitely be faster option. Had it been India where he would have preferred to drive on the wrongside and reach the office after receiving extremely loveable comments from the other drivers driving on right side. All he had to prove his innocence by keeping the right indicator on. He always believed India is a true democracy. "Can these guys learn some things from India?" But his feet did not stop when he was thinking. By this time he entered into the Canary Wharf shopping centre and the ticket scanner stopped his way. He caught the tube. "Oh no , i cant use my laptop if I am standing", he thought. He just saw someone getting up at the other end of compartment , swiftly he occupied it before a lady could claim it. He hid his head inside the laptop instead of concentrating on the irked expressions from others and insinuation from the lady.

He forgot the whole world, all he could think was his presentation. He started putting only 2..3 sentences on each slide, he knew its all about how you convince the panel rather than entering the verbose on it and anyway it was the best way to avoid mistakes and make changes. He was just about to finish his work, when he felt the strong urge from his bowels. He decided to first take care of it before everything. He hardly had any choice. He checked his mobile and thought of downloading the London tube loo map. "There is no coverage and I am expecting a download. Why I use Lyca?" he cursed himself. His mind quickly responded why not get down at one of mainstations like Waterloo or bridge. He thanked his mind, yes certainly for tourists government must have kept it there." He commanded his ears open only hear the words, "The next station is London Waterloo." As the words hit his ears, he found himself on the platform as if his subconscious mind escorted him out of station. After coming out and crossing two gigantic, time consuming escalators, he just found the right place.

Only two people, he sighed a bit. A man standing in front of him had a small daughter around 3-4 years old. She was sleeping in baby carriage. He handed his carrier with sleeping daughter to him and said "just take care of her till I am back". A guy behind him went inside before him, so did the next one and the next after him. Guys went on going in and now started coming back also. Around a dozen people were out. He waited for the kids father but he did not come out. He thought of giving her to someone but no one was behind him. His bowels were about lose it. If he wakes her up, she may start crying. He waited furthermore, using all his power to control the bowels. Finally a guy coming out asked him,"Why are you standing here?You can go in."

"This kids father has gone in, he asked me to take care of her and I am waiting for him."

"You might not find anybody inside."