Many a time in life you say this "Why does it have to be me?" The probability of some shit is so fricking low but even then we are the ones ending getting stuck in it. This is a that kinda story that you're about to here now. This happened here, in Chennai where I am writing this. Actually, my college gave me 5 days holidays- Wednesday to Sunday. Wednesday, being the Vinayagar Chadhurthi, it was already a Government holiday. Then for the Thursday and Friday, our college closed their gates due to a I-don't-know-why Strike happening there. And as usual, Saturday and Sunday was holidays. Weekend. Earlier I was planning to visit Chennai by taking leave on Thursday and Friday making it a Five-dayer. But College saved my attendance Percentage by Closing up.
For what purpose did I come here? There are two reasons.
#1 I wanted to upgrade my Motorola Android version from 1.5 to 2.1 so badly. Seriously, my version of android has very bad apps and I get to use the very basic apps. If I upgrade, I can get to use more apps. That was the first reason.
#2 Sindhu (My aunt cum friend) had invited me to her home. Pavithra (My Cousin) had also said that she'd be there.
That's it. For these reasons, I was there in Chennai making my journey from Karaikal to here. I reached here on Thursday Morning. That day, I went to Motorola Service centre seeking for their service in helping me upgrade that QWERTY Motorola for me. I went into the shop and was sitting there for like 20 seconds I think. Then the representative came (he was in a T-Shirt, so Rep is not the name) and I told him that I wanted to upgrade. He said, "If you upgrade, you'll experience problems. It's good as it is." I was upset. I came all the way here to get a "No"? Okay, I thought maybe I could buy a Headphone as my old headphone is broken. So, I asked for a Headphone because I wanted to have something from there. I came all the way there spending 70 bucks. He said,"We're out of stock". Well, that's a 0 for 2. I returned home.
Then the next day, I stayed in my Uncle Beeshman's home. He is my Dad's big brother. From there, I had planned to go to Sindhu's home. I did not go there in a Bus. Instead, I travelled in a train. There, while waiting, I asked my Uncle whether people buy tickets and whether they check tickets. He said that checking is usually done rarely. "Checking done rarely. Hmm". After much of screw ups, I reached Sindhu's home. Watched Home Sweet Home in Vijay TV. Then on the next day, Ms.Pavithra came there. And we decided to go to Express Avenue (the biggest Place in Chennai to Hangout). After much of bargainings with the Auto-driver we took a bus to a nearby stop and caught an auto from there for 200 bucks. Chennai can give a pain in your ass when you decide to travel in a Auto! We bought a Tee for Vidhuran, a Shirt for Dad (Just 250 bucks. So much economic than the Auto's fare, right?) and two Chudidhar material for my Mom.
So, it was time for the departure. I had told my Grandma that I would come back to her and then only go home. I had to go to Guindy stop from St Thomas Mount (Yes, Chennai is a pretty confusing place) to get a bus to CMBT. My Uncle Rathish dropped me at St.Thomas Mount. I went into the Station bidding a Bye to Uncle Rathish. I knew that sometimes the frequency of the Train is 20 minutes a train. When I went there, a train came and I was talking to my mom on the phone and I was asking whether this train would go to Guindy to a person. With all these things in mind and the thought of "Checking done rarely" in mind, I hopped on the train without getting the ticket. I saw the ticketing counter but still I moved without getting a ticket. When I sat in a seat, I felt something flow in my veins. The Fear.
It was a 1 minute journey I think. Ticket's just 5 bucks, bro. 5 fricking bucks. When the train stopped, there was a female poilce standing exactly staright to my exit. I seriously thought that it was an Ticket-check police. I was scared but to my luck it wasn't. Then I walked towards the entrance and there he was standing there checking another passanger's ticket. Sweat suddenly started oozing out from my forehead. He didn't speak a word. He simple took my Max Plastic bag in which I had my Wet Dress. Oops! And he started writing something on a slip and told me to give 255 bucks. Ah! I am screwed. The crazy thing is that there was my Dad's office Calendar and my mind was saying things like "Say them that your father works in that bank so that they might spare you". Stupid.
Anyways, this was fun with a slight feeling of guilt. It took me hear four good songs to get out from the guilt that I was having after paying the fine. I always wanted to be in this situation. Now I can tell people 'Been There'. Don't ever think 'There won't be any checking today'. It's like a fricking Thought that is well received telepathically be the ticket-check guy. He will run into you that day for sure.
I would never want to say this to the guy who wanted to check my ticket: "Guhan will be back"
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