Guess my luck follows where ever I go. The bus reached pune at 2.00 AM.
We(Me and my collegues....3 cursed souls) had to wait outside our Pune office till 4.00 AM to get the guest house caretaker to pick us from office.
The guy was so heated up , that as soon as he came in he jus took his frustration out on us (poor guy....Guess we must have disturbed his sleep. Hee....Heee...Hee :-) ).
We reached the guest house carrying out our heavy luggages. By this time I was cursing my mom for packing everything under the sun lest her poor child has to go searching for them in an unknow , new place.
21 days of training, well, it jus felt like I was back to college. 7 of us in our training batch most of them were what u will call studs....Stuck to their books ,assignments and work.
So I was missing company to explore the new place.
So , a not so bad 21 days jus passed by. By this time I had fallen in love with pune, a much cleaner place than mumbai . Less crowd and hence more breathing space so I was more than elated when my mangers decide to keep me in Pune.
Yipeeee........ Guess my bad luck had run away from me............
Found a good apartment to stay , shared it with three lovely girls.
They were so nice and very friendly that I jus stopped feeling home sick.
We started to cook at home....were having fun watching late night movies and another friend of mine from chennai was also in pune so could explore the place around with him.
We even had a trek trip to lonavala and khandala . That was a different expecerience all together a day filled with fun, trek and sweat.
When i thought everything around me was running well and fine. My first encounter with bad luck ....after a long time.
It was 11th Dec 2005 and everyone had left home for their work (yes, it was a sunday. but my roomies work on sundays). I was in blissful sleep. Dreaming about having a great south india dinner for the night , cause it was my turn to cook this time.
I smelt some thing burning...... On no, had i fried the potatoes too much , i ran to switch off the stove ......... i got up with a jolt ..... thank god it was just a dream Or was it ? Snifff ..... Snifff..... i could still smell something burning.
Oh my god !!!!
The bathroom was on fire.......Someone had left the immersion rod switched on (thanks to the load shedding in pune..... it caught fire after the power came in at 9:00 am, rightly when all my roomies had left).
And my Hindi was soooooooooooo good that not a single person understood what i was trying to say. The aunty next door was all smiling and offering me morning coffee when i wanted to tell her that my house was burning up.
Guess after 5 minutes she understood that something was wrong......and im sure it was because i had a ghostly expression on my face and failed to let her talk anything.
All i kept saying was .......Ghar me Aghe lagi . Bachhaaoo. (Means house on fire . Help). She never understood what i wanted to say thanks to my accent.
Was trying to call the fire department and then realized my BPL sim does not allow me to call 3 digit number until i switch to emergency mode.
I was in no position to explore my mobile to find the option to switch to emergency mode. I was literally pleading someone to call for the fire engine.
We broke the window of my bathroom , and there i saw -my roomie's washing machine entering into sati --- right in front of my eyes.
Slowly the fire consumed everything and my house was burning up with all its might.........
Oh God what do i Do?????? How do i answer my roomie's ?????
Then came two of my roomie's . but still the one who owned the washing machine was not there. I was a little relieved.
Poured water tried to bring down the fire...........fought with it for half an hour and atlast the god of agni gave up.
We still couldnt enter the house cause it was all filled with smoke.
And jus like in the movies.........ding ding ding ding ding........the fire engine comes in to finish up the story.....
Well we were then living in a burnt up house praying that our owner would repaint it one day......Insurance procedures,police complaints etc,etc,etc.......we were the talk of the apartment .
We felt everyone was talkin about us when we came down from our flat.
And our owner said he would not paint until he got the insurance claim...... Our world had turned black and dark-literally and even otherwise.
when i thought everything was settling down and i was about to meet my good luck around the corner..........
Wham ......something hit me hard and then i knew my bad luck would never leave me ..............
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