My timing sucks! That I have known for a long long time. I married and became a mother when girls my age were dating, studying and building a career. That is another matter that I did all that too … after getting married and having Kid#1.
As you grow older, you stop having adventures. May be it is because you get wiser and stop trying to break walls, and burn bridges. At a certain age adventure means eating butter chicken and butter naan for dinner and (wonders of wonders) having a good night’s sleep!!! Or that you sat in a car that your younger son was driving without wearing a seat belt and did not back seat drive.
Well, apparently Godji has a wicked wicked sense of humor when it comes to me. Yesterday I had a grand adventure. I was in office having a routine Monday. During the course of the day, I went chasing a file. My cabin is on the first floor and I took the lift to the ground floor. The damn lift got stuck.
I suffer from claustrophobia and vertigo …. and my son is a pilot. Godji and his weird sense of humor!
Well, to say I freaked would be an understatement. The admin housekeeper prized the lift door open at the first floor and dangled an arm in, thinking he could pull me up. Hellooo! I am a plus sized Punjaban. The only thing he could have pulled up was my arm from its socket! Naturally I screamed expletives I refused as politely as I could under the circumstances.
Somehow they activated the emergency mechanism and the lift went to the ground floor. I tumbled out, sat on the sofa in the reception and drank gallons of water. Then I hauled me up and walked up the stairs to my cabin.
On the way I saw the housekeeper and his minions tying ropes to a cane armchair which they were planning to lower into the lift to airlift me. G.R.O.A.N. !!!!
I gave up any semblance of doing work and came home.
Once home, I told my first born, the tender fruit of my womb, the boy I birthed and nurtured, even breastfed, the horrors that had befallen me.
Well, he laughed until tears fell.
Kid#1 (on his mobile to Kid#2) : Oye come downstairs, Mom is home, you gotta hear her story!
Kid#2 : Down in my room in a jiffy : Tell tell!!
So I repeated my sorry tale to the apple of my eye, my baby …
Kid#2 : ROFL, was the rope strong enough, did you check? And who would haul you? They’d need some pehelwaans.
Me : Go away guys, I better sleep this off!
Both : Bet she will start taking the stairs, after all its only one floor!