MESS......... contd

Continuing on my earlier post.... MESS....
As i got up to leave i realized that a little something happened last week that i need to let out....
perhaps it is also contributing to the mess i am harbouring in my mind....

well we had an accident... a terrible accident ! miraculously we were all saved without a scratch... but our car suffered a severe damage. i had gone home after my defense. i was in Kolkata last week and my flight back to Chennai was scheduled for departure at 3:40 pm on July 1st, that is last Thursday. We set out from home with quite sometime in hand.  You see traffic in  Kolkata is not the most reliable thing on earth as one can easily get detained by hours if caught at the wrong signals.... but luckily for us  we hadn't got  caught at any signal that day and the ride would have been quite smooth had some political party not decided to block the road towards the airport at 2:00 in the afternoon... that too without prior notice.... they did unblock the road by 3:00-ish but by then we had started getting panicky... and i guess mom and me had successfully passed on a slice of our panic to our driver..... so he picked up speed and in the process drove us right into a bus. It wasn't a head-on collision so nothing happened to any of us .... but the car was crashed..... the episode took ma by shock. i did not have the time to react.... so i just left them at the airport with a good-bye.... and talked to ma on the phone only at night. by then she had overcome.....

reacting to situations like this isn't really my area of specialization.  so this post might sound a little blandish compared to the intensity of the incident... nevertheless i am writing just to clear my system.. so i guess it is alright not to be very dramatic !



an after-thought:  In my post on Kolkata...  I was busy singing praises for the class of its localites  whom i admire.... i hadn't mentioned to you these uncalled-for sudden poth aborodh* kind of movements by the local politicians which makes life in this city a little miserable at times.... But the localites have somehow got tuned with these regular hiccups and don't mind them too much... Its only a bother for people like us who admire the city but not enough to be able to overlook its obvious problems....
(*poth aborodh in Bengali means blocking the road.)