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Thursday, August 9, 2012

Theandric Thursday # 5: Predictions do come true!

Theandric Thursday is a fortnightly feature on my blog, where I'll be having fun with putting down those weird thoughts and stories that occupy my mind most of the times. The dictionary definition of 'Theandric' is 'Relating to the joint agency of the divine and human nature'.

If you're interested in participating, write your own Theandric Thursday post and drop your link in the comments section. Feel free to write reality, part-reality-part-fiction or fiction, anything above the 'normality' of our world. ;) You can use the above picture on your post and link back to this post.

Note: This is entirely fiction. Though yes, it might seem real at some places where I talk about the protagonist’s my crazy behaviour and thoughts, but please, remember it is not.

Note # 2: Just so you know, I’m in a very hectic schedule and this was written in the midst of crazy amounts of work. Some relaxation, please!  

It was one of those days when you get up in the morning with a very good feeling, maybe because you had a really nice dream that somehow cheers you up. At least, that was why I thought I was having that ‘feel good’ emotion. And why not? I had found yet another nice wardrobe and I was again at sea. Infinity times wonderful! I had even managed to jump real big waves and made a blonde friend in the process.

I somehow managed to get ready well on time, a considerably difficult feat for someone as time-challenged as me! I saw I had a few minutes to spare, and so I did what all girls on the planet now probably do everyday- read the day’s horoscope. Now, I don’t really believe all that. I mean, how can anyone tell how your day’s gonna be? I know it’s general, but still. There would be like, billions of Scorpios on the globe and don’t tell me those guys actually mean all Scorpios will have a similar day. That’s just weirder than the weirdest thought I ever had (which isn’t something I’d really share, you know. And there are just so many!). Anyway, I’m still used to just read it, the whole thing, mind you. Lucky color and number included. It’s one of those obsessive compulsive things.

The funny part was, I did remember what the horoscope that day said, since it was quite funny itself. As I folded the paper back and set out for the Metro station, I noticed I was wearing blue, the lucky color for the day! Lucky day ahead, I thought as I zoomed towards the Metro station on my ever loyal Scooty. Now I guess is the time when I should start counting the weird things that happened. If I don’t lose count in between, that is.

One, the parking opens at maybe 5 or 6am everyday (I’m just guessing, since I haven’t been crazy enough, yet, to be going somewhere that early in the morning) and even on days when I’ve attended classes in my previous college beginning at 8.30am, meaning I’ve been to the parking during the real early morning time and still it was at least one third occupied. It’s just never empty. I fail to understand why (or how) humans can actually make themselves lift up from their cosy beds and drive for work. Maybe they’re those workaholics whom our teachers talk about. Or maybe their beds aren’t really cosy.

Whatever the reason, since I’m not the one to delve into reasons for everything, I just know the parking would always have occupants whatever time it is. And so I was surprised... no, that’s an extreme understatement, I was incredibly astounded, when I swerved into the lot and found it empty. Except for the parking attendant. For a few seconds I tried to recall if it was some public holiday and I’d just had it mixed up real bad in my mind. Seriously, it’d be just like me to go to college on a public holiday. If it was true, I wouldn’t really be surprised. I’ve been known to get up and get ready (and that includes a complete bath, teeth-brushing and wearing the school uniform), all set for school, in a totally happy mood. At 6. In the evening. I can defend myself by saying that I’d had a real fast nap and it was all ‘morningy’ when I got up, my family people having tea and all, and the weather being so cool, but why should I defend it at all? No one even stopped me. I guess they just like seeing what sorts of stuff I’m capable of performing, so that they we all can have a good laugh later.

Anyway, after checking the date I convinced myself that it was probably that those workaholics finally realized they ought to have a life, and they decided to travel during sane hours. But then, this was sane hours, so why isn’t anyone here? I was done with ‘parking’, if randomly stopping your two wheeler and locking it is called parking.

Two, the attendant came up and handed me my ticket. With a smile. Okay, that’s not really as weird as it is creepy, because hello? We’re talking about India, and Delhi, the mother place of all crimes, for that matter. You can’t just trust a parking attendant smiling at you when no other soul is anywhere near. Of course I didn’t smile back and immediately ticked off my plan to ask the guy the possible reason for the emptiness. I just huffed in what I hoped was an aggressive manner, handed him the money and took off, looking back and giving him a baleful glance. Quite a drama queen I can be sometimes. I was a bit relieved, though, to see people outside and yes, even the working ones. You can identify them with their bags. Like, the MNC types would have a leather bag, possibly having their laptops and whatever it is the MNC guys carry, the BPO and other ones with huge backpack type things, the government ones with small cloth bags with tiffins clearly visible. So, it wasn’t a public holiday, after all.

I crossed the road to get to the short, uneven walk that would take me to the Metro station (since the old parking has been shut down for over a year now for some supposed reconstruction-ha!- now we have to park way off the station), wishing I could have had longer legs so I would’ve walked faster and crossed that horrid stretch in less than 1.23 minutes, my personal best so far. Seriously, I have to walk looking down, all the way, so that I don’t end up tripping over silly stones and bricks jutting out from everywhere. I followed a pair of black stretch denims ending in peep toe black stilettos, moving swiftly one stiletto in front of the other. I sighed internally and didn’t even look up to notice the girl, I knew that kind, the opposite of mine. She would probably have a perfect hairstyle and air of ‘Her Royal Highness’ all the way. I couldn’t bother to change my toe nail polish for months. And I don’t even have black stilettos. That’s when I felt a slight shiver through me and had tiny drops spattering me all over. The third weird thing, because it was the peak of summer and even the ever-wrong met department wouldn’t have predicted the downpour. Shrugging, I started running and overtook Her Royal Highness, dashing through the station as if I’m in a great hurry. As expected, I didn’t have an umbrella.

I was still well before my usual time and honestly, it felt weird. Maybe I’m just used to being late every day? I went through the useless security check and up onto the platform, towards the area marked in pink for the ladies’ coupe. Now, I usually just wait for the train and as soon as I’m in, I take out a book and start reading, just so I wouldn’t have to look into so many funny faces (no offence to anyone, but it’s true). And oh, also because I love reading. However, a very pretty face caught my attention. She was blonde, a foreigner, roughly my own age and I really liked her outfit! A pretty blue shirt and extremely comfortable looking denims teamed with flip flops! I wished I would have even that much of fashion sense. I’m just too clumsy for even picking out the right outfits. Is there even anything I’m not clumsy at? We were soon in the train (number BL 09. Don’t ask why, but I’m just used to noting down numbers. Of everything!) and the girl had found a seat opposite to where I had grabbed one. Weird thing number four, I wanted to be her friend! I don’t know why, I just developed this funny feeling and I couldn’t stop glancing her way more than was normal. Weird thing number five, just as I got up to get off the train at my station, the girl got up as well and passed me a smile. Instinctively, I smiled back and felt that thing they talk about in psychology books, about how girls make friends, just by smiling and feeling comfortable in an instant.

While we walked towards the exit, she said to me, ‘Hello, you study at AXL, right?’ in an accent I didn’t recognize. English wasn’t probably her first language. I was so surprised I stopped walking, making the pacer behind bump right into me. I muttered an unfelt apology as he looked at me like I was someone as incapable as walking straight (which I tend to be, sometimes) and walked off.

Umm.. Hi. Yes, I do. How do you know that?’
I’ve seen you around. I’m an exchange student in the MA course. I heard you’re in the magazine committee and I wished to join. Can I?’ she spoke slowly, as if I wouldn’t understand her otherwise. Maybe I wouldn’t, her accent was quite different and new to me.

‘Of course you can!’ I smiled. I went back to thinking about the horoscope for the day, which I couldn’t get off from my head. Those guys can sure predict stuff, or maybe, like everything weird that happens with me, it’s just an addition to the list. As I complimented her look and we walked towards college, taking the path I really like, with plants on both sides so you get that fresh morning scent all the way, I again went back to those lines I read in the morning that seemed to be nudging my head way too much.

‘You’ll miss the regular events and see something new today. Keep eyes open for there’s a chance of making friends with someone from a different culture. There will be surprising events all day, so be prepared! Changes as small as the weather might take you by surprise. On the academic front, you’d be appreciated for hard work.
Lucky number 9, Lucky color Blue’

PS- I know it’s a very bad attempt. I mean, I feel like crumpling and throwing it away like they do in the movies. But of course I can’t. I’m typing, for one, and I can’t really crumple up my laptop and throw it away. I would just land up in a hospital for crazy guys or something. And two, I’ve spent quite some time writing this, and time is very precious to me these days. I’m posting it anyway. You’d just have to bear with me.    

PPS- I know I’ve over-used the word ‘weird’. It’s just becoming the most-used word in my too limited vocabulary. I’ll try not to include it at all in the next TT post! ;)

And just by the way, out of the blue thought, I hate the fact that we have to depend so much on maids and help for our household work. And if by chance you have hired a full time one, God save your sanity. Mine's being tested since so many years and I'm putting up with it somehow. I personally, really wish for it to end soon. It's such a mundane thing to drive you crazy, it's even shameful to admit!

(Read Usama's TT post : Birthday Revelations!)


  1. WOW!! Back with a Bang Ashna... I seriously loved this post.

    Your narration is so pacy that I am still trying to catch up with my breath here in an attempt to keep running with your thoughts!!


    Your post was such a beautiful reminder that Thursday is here...looking forward to next weeks'!!

    1. Oh My God! Really? Either you're too kind or I'm too critical of myself! Thanks so much! Your beautiful comment just made it so much worth it :)

    2. I mean it - seriously :)

      It is neither..believe me!

  2. I like it so much Ashna! My attention didn't recede even for a moment. It was somethng I could relate to,very well.
    Yes,I am always late,I always read my daily horoscope ,which I don't believe! I don't have the slightest-bit of fashion sense, (yeah,but I do wear black stilettos,only because my sister owns them!),I already like the outfit of the blonde,I also would have wanted to be friends with her,and needless to say,even I make these erratic movements while walking. People bump into me,and I bump into them even more!
    Overall,it was a super-awesome read! I enjoyed it. I read on and on. This is the first edition of Theandric Thursdays. Right ?

    1. Hey Tahniat! I'm so glad to see your comment here and super glad to know that you related with it so well. Thanks so much! :D

      It's not the first edition, I've posted four TT posts already! Just click on the label 'Theandric Thursday' below the post to read the previous ones (they're better :P). Also, if you'd be reading them, read Usama's TT posts too. They're all awesome! :D

      Thanks again! :)

  3. First of all, I completely second each and every word of Me's comment. It was so fast-paced that I had to scamper. I can't help asking each time 'How could you write so effortlessly?'

    I go through weekly horoscopes, the tarot card one and make up my mind about how I have to plan and do things the next week. Needless to say, I never take the pain to remember or act on it beyond Sunday. :P :D

    1. Hahahaha!! Seriously? You plan? That's crazy :P I don't read the weekly one because it's too long :P (kind of funny for a reader!).

      I just write it in a go and I don't make changes after the first thing. Which is actually not good, but then, that's how it is. Though I feel really happy that you guys still like it. Thanks :)

  4. Absolutely LOVED it Ashna!
    You never cease to amaze me with your TT posts! How can you be so imaginative??
    I seriously learn a lot from your writings :)
    Keep up the good work!

    1. Thanks for such a sweet compliment Saloni! :D


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