A Series of Unfortunate Events - Day 1
Sometimes, you take a journey, maybe a weekend trip or maybe even a business trip which turns out to be something much more than what you had planned. It starts out as a usual trip or even mundane sort of a jaunt, but becomes something totally else, something that certainly does not merit the adjectives used earlier.
And what should have been a memorable trip, becomes just that, but for a totally unimagined reason. I recently had the (mis)fortune (for I certainly ‘mis’sed the fortune part of it) of being part of such a trip. What started off as a long weekend drive trip, quickly degenerated into an unraveling of human nature and a showcase for the dark side of human ethos.
But let me not jump the gun here, lest it become a Quentin Tarantino story. I’ll start from the beginning; it’s simpler to build it up that way. (Never quite understood why people like out of order stories!J)
It was a Labor Day weekend in
And then it began. It started with a storm front generated in the heats of the tropics marching on resolutely towards the North Eastern Atlantic coast. For the first time in 19 years, a storm had climbed slowly and painstakingly towards
Getting gloomy by the hour, we drove on. All through the way, we never saw a single moment of happy sunshine, or any scenic beauty for everything had become as frustrated as we were becoming. Still, we managed to reach
Now, the first time I had been to NY, my memories had been really pleasant ones, for although I had little money, and had slept in a corner in some friend’s friend’s apartment, I had the pleasure of being in NY for the Christmas-New Year season. With such fond memories I was visiting NY again, and this time, I could even afford to live a good environment. But my disillusionment of that city began as soon as we reached there. The friend at whose place we were supposed to stay, had no place for us anymore. He had got new roommates who had tons and tons of baggage strewn about all over the place. Meaning absolutely no disrespect to him, the apartment was much smaller and definitely a lot dingier than most hovels in Mumbai. While I resented staying there overnight, I decided to keep quiet for the while. We left for lunch from there to an Indian restaurant. The locality it seemed was exclusively Indian/Pakistani. So much so that, I could not find one shop that sold American goods or was owned by American people. There were grocery stores, music stores blaring out Himesh Reshamiyya songs, just like they do in any street in Mumbai. Even the street was named:
The rain had literally followed us all the way to NY and had now put up camp with his howling friend, the storm wind right above the
All this while, when the weather twisted and tortured my plans, my thoughts had started becoming gloomier and morose by the hour. Hence, when I arrived at the US Open stadium, it was with a certain sense of foreboding that accompanies such situations. Needless to say, the rain was now a heavy torrent. The area surrounding the stadium is open for miles around and there was nothing to stop the wind which here was seriously bad. I mean, I could see people’s umbrella’s turning inside out, cars shaking on the freeway due to the strong gusts and people like me who had come wearing a rain jacket shaking like leaves in the cold wind. There was a long queue at the stadium with a big question mark on every face. Agassi was scheduled to play in that session, and everyone had come there with a dream of seeing it all happen live.
Now that I look back at it all, I think I had a tryst with destiny that evening. Everything it seemed was conspiring against me, while I stood in that open cold rain drenched and windy front lawn of the stadium for the game. As the minutes ticked slowly by, all my excitement for the game died a cruel death. I remember distinctly, that towards the end, I was literally hoping that they would tell us the bad news of the game being cancelled quickly now, just so that I could walk away from it all. Finally, the guard walked past us holding a megaphone to his mouth declaring the evening session cancelled.
With a heavy heart, cold feet, wet clothes and a dejected spirit, I walked back to the subway station. It had all been for nothing. In a desparate bid to make the day amount to something atleast remotely related to fun, I decided to go for a movie. So I took a thirty minute train ride to
One of the friends volunteered to take us to his aunt’s house to sleep for the night. So we all went all the way to
Finally, we found parking at 2 am in the wee hours of the morning, somebody managed to get a Pizza at 3 am, we devoured it like hungry wolves and crashed on the floor at 3:30 am.
1 Comments:
hmmm.... well, the written part tells me abt the pain u went thru equally clearly as the verbal part did.... just somethings are never meant to be na....
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