And thus take the full responsibility of it.
Today, Shayon and I almost got caught in my bhanaas, that I give at home when I am out with him.
It so happened that that I had to go to college today, last date for filling the examination forms etc. And, well, Shayon got stuck in traffic, got late for work, thus, chucked office for the day.
Yeah, that meant we could meet. So, I made the usual excuse back at home, that I am going to office from college (I have used this excuse before as well, and it works just fine); but I had forgotten a HUGE thing, that today my sister had her dance practise and her dance class is like 5 minutes from my office, so it was decided, that I would go pick her up from her class and come back home. (Simple straight plan, Shayon and I had decided, that we would go and pick her up)
Both Sis and Me forgot, that the timings of her class 7-8pm, will not be comfortable with my dad. And this is exactly what happened... Shayon and I are lounging around, not bothered about anything, when, my sis messages me- Dad is dropping me to class and coming to pick you up from office- RUSH.
And, after that- Shayon and I, actually mostly me freaked out.
We ran to catch an auto (bless the auto stand near his house) and just hoped and prayed that we don't get caught in the bluff. All the while I was urging under my breath that the auto go a little more faster, we were hitting traffic... and on top of that sis decided to message every two minutes giving moi a panic attack, Shayon was the calm one, trying to find humour in my face expression (which was very stricken, my face) Oh, and did I tell you, that he hardly freaks? I just adore his calm when I am freaked.
And, we made it in the nick of the time, thanks to the Delhi Traffic.
Dad got caught in traffic while coming towards my office...
Phew- It was close.
In retrospect, it seems like a scene from a movie- but, Thank you God, for saving my ass. It would have been a very difficult to make Dad understand, in this situation.
Oh, and in the other situation- one Mr. N.K. an associate at FML, is just getting on my nerves. He has asked me to meet him four times, I have turned him down on all the counts. I have no idea what to do with him??
Oh, I know, I can tell him about Shayon, but the conversation never goes in that direction. I can't mess this up, because he and I are in the same profession, any wrong move- I'll be ruined(big words... ), before even enrolling in the Bar.
Uffo- Yeh kya ho raha hai??
Tripping on the mess that you created? Serves you right- Mom always says- clean up the mess after playing.