When I came to know that I will be all alone at home for a couple of days, I reacted like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone, the movie. I shrieked, I shouted, I took my shirt off danced like Saurav Ganguly did in Natwest Series against England. Two days, at home, all by myself, I am the boss, no saasbahu khit-pit, no news channel ka bheja fry on TV. No rules, when to wake up, when to sleep, when to eat, what to eat, where to eat. Its pure pleasure with adrenaline rushing imagining all possibilities. Well these possibilities keep changing from age to age ( which most the guys might have understood by now). With great hope, expecting a day full of rest and a day full of lazy and hazy time, I tried to sleep the previous night. I turned, twisted, jumped, scratched my head, scratched the bed's head, but no use, I still couldn’t sleep. Now alone at home, with no mom ( the home maker) I kind of became ek din ka raja for home. Fridge - all mine, all filled, remote - mine, Internet -all mine. I couldn’t sleep until 5 am. My mom had warned me to wake up at 5.30 am and tell the milkman for change of plan. This warning was too scary to ignore, 5.30 am I did wake up and told him about small change. Went back to bed with eyes still closed. Slowly my sleep ship was starting to sail and I heard a distinct buzz. It kept growing and growing until I woke up to see the phone ringing. I rushed to pick it up and a sexy voice said " Sir, I am calling from ICICI Prudential, are you interested in short-term investment scheme?", I was like " What the F***? ", with out any hesitation and slammed the phone. Time was 8.30 am, " 8.30am, now they are calling at 8.30 am too? ". Again starting my engine, tried to close my eyes as hard as possible.  Suddenly I felt like some one hitting hard with a sledge hammer on my head. The hitting continued until I woke up and realized someone was banging the door and also hitting the very irritating calling bell. I rushed to door, to see the maid desperately waiting for someone to open the door. I thought, " Oh god, now I can’t sleep for at least an hour!!!", she worked her way around the house and left calmly. I picked up the newspaper and tried to read it. No matter how I hard I tried I couldn’t read it or understand what the hell was written. My right eye was focusing on TV and left on the door. I threw the paper, brushed and made myself a really hot cup of tea. Tea made some change, now I could find where TV actually was and what I read as newspaper was actually a letter written to my dad.

                                      Now, at 10.30 am, I planned to go to my consultancy and talk about my Masters. Then I noticed my left leg was paining unbelievably . After checking again, I remembered that I hit a table while in a rush to open the door. That too coz the table had almost turned upside down. Again, now the phone rang, it was my school friend. He wanted to meet me later in the day go to some movie. I said " cool". After bath, my body and brain with out informing me directly dozed off while the TV still running. It felt like swinging along side a huge valley with fresh air, pure oxygen and tranquil. This small 'mode' was almost divine, until I suddenly woke up to see that it was 3 pm. " Damn, no consultancy today, let me have lunch first", I thought. After searching for rice all over kitchen and store room I was about to call mom and ask " where do u usually keep rice?" then I found it exactly from the same place where I actually started searching for it.  With all appointments for that day screwed up, I called another friend to accompany me to "The Happening". It was 4.20 pm and show was at 5 pm, I rushed to the multiplex and asked my friend to come by directly and we will meet there. I reached at 4.40 and luckily got the tickets, my friend called me back and said he will be there within next ten minutes. With nothing much to do, I went up and down the mall some 4-5 times. Tired, I settled at one of top most points and started gazing at people flocking to the place. I was quite distracted at that time, but a bunch of guys did not move from a specific place, I wondered what kind of fun they were having with just standing at one place. Now, the school friend called me ( who I totally forgot about) and asked me to come to other multiplex. I bit my tongue and said sorry, which he took much better way than I had expected. Then some other guy who I couldn’t meet last week called me and asked me to meet him at some hotel. Now my frustration was slowly creeping up, trying to explain him why I can’t meet him today. No proper sleep, weird food cooked by me, missing my appointment with consultancy guy all were happening at same time. Then there was the guilty feeling that I came with the guy who did not even show up rather than the others who actually were expecting to meet me. Amidst all this, it was 5.05 pm and no sign of my friend. I called him and he did not pick up. More irritation, " why people should behave like this especially on this day, the day with disturbed sleep patterns?" Now those guys who were standing at that spot had left, I went there to see what is so interesting up there. It took me sometime to realize that. But, now I understood what they enjoyed so much. This part was exactly above the escalators, meaning if you look downwards towards your feet, you get a clean top view of people coming up through that escalator. Most people hardly notice that point as they came up, now it struck to me, those guys were gazing at the cleavage of most women who rarely noticed that they were being watched exactly above their head. Now it was 5.15 and still no sign of my friend and still not answering the phone, the frustration level went up one more level. Since I had nothing else to do, I went back to that point of 'view' and tried to do the peeping tom thing. That dint work, more frustration, and level reached almost red hot stage. At 5.20 again I called him, the Vodafone lady said coolly, please call after few mins. 

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