Dull Travelling

turns out to be an embarrassing travelling experience...

Today I travelled to location B (remember I wasn't able to make up my mind about should I take up this xyz project and travel to a new location...well finally somebody else made that decision for me and I am travelling to this far fetched place) in company-provided vehicle(shuttle). As far as I am concerned I don't expect men to be Chivalrous but ya polite and a bit of manners is a must. So, to use this shuttle, u need to register urself in the morning, which promptly, I did. I reached about 5 minutes before the departure and expected that its gonna be first come first serve basis. There were already 2 guys standing so I was hoping to catch a good seat, ya which I don't have share with these guys, the one besides the driver (only cos I dislike sitting so close to some stranger during summers...other time I might make an exception :) ). Just a couple of seconds before the shuttle was to arrive, all of the guys who had registered reached. As soon as the shuttle arrived all these guys jumped and caught places, well I was left to curse and take the back seat.
I guess the driver caught my mood, turned the volume of the radio a wee bit high so I could hear the songs clearly. And wow what numbers "Hua jo tu bhi Mera Mera...tera jo ikrar hua" "Kaise batayein kyon tum ko chahein yaara batana paaye" beautiful songs. As my mind was on its way to dwindle away to glory, just then I heard "MA says : Periods ka phela din aur itni bhaag daud". "Beti says: yehi soch toh badlani hai maa". You know what follows after that. I was just getting over it when the second advert hit me. "Girl says: Didi, periods miss hogaye". "Other gals: tum kya pregnant ho". "Girl says: not sure". "Didi says: Pregasomething se sure karo". I was like, are the radiowala guys scheming against me (the only girl in the shuttle)???
Don't Know!!!

B.L.O.C.K

Me thinks I am having writer's block these days (ya ya like I m this famous Writer but heck I do write). I think of these great ideas when I am with Chiku, think of penning it down and then get distracted with much more exciting brilliant ideas and get distracted again. By the time I reach office (yup the net at home is down for the millionth time) I completely have destroyed myself thinking and re-thinking and going back n forth and back n forth thinking what was it that I wanted to write...

Alas, No clue. I am really having a writers B.L.O.C.K