Me, Bombay and Randomness..

There is something about Me, Bombay and extreme Randomness. I mean I am extremely random anyway, no doubt about that. But I can definitely vouch for the fact that the randomness level increase by leaps and bounds when it comes to this particular city (quite unintentionally though, I swear).

People who by accident sometime read my dumb-little-blog would know how randomly I ended up going to Bombay after our vacations were announced. While coming back also I did something quite similar. I had a direct flight from Calcutta to “Bombay”(!) on 22^nd August, Saturday. Our college was supposed to re-open on Monday, which meant I still had a day in hand. The flight landed around 11am and I had to wait for ages to get my luggage (because later I came to know that the flight in which we came is actually going to Goa via Bombay, which again made me wickedly fantasise that what if I don’t get off and keep sitting in the flight and “Go Goa!”.) But come on am not that random and stupid. No, don’t give me that stare.

But the real catch here is, I did not know what exactly to do after reaching Bombay! I had around four baggage’s (1 extra while coming back from home,  thanks to “Nani’s Home made Pickle” and lots of shopping from Pantaloons and Shoppers Stop *yayness*). As I struggled my way out from the airport pushing the heavy trolley, I could see my “Cheapomawali”  waiting outside for me with a big-ear-to-ear-grin. [[By the Way, just for the information he had made a face when he saw that I have written this particular nickname publicly in my last blog, but "I couldn't care less!"]]

Anyway, after the initial excitement of seeing each other after two weeks and putting the heavy bags inside the car when he asked me, where I want to go, I gave him a blank stare. He is used to it by now so he calmly asked, 

"We are going to the Dadar Volvo Stand, right? You want to take a bus to Pune from there right NOW, right?" (Notice the two "rights" in two sentences. i don't blame him. He wants to make sure that I am not confused, after every half second). 

"Yes", I said dreamily and stared out of the window.

As the car sped off I still had a hundred things going on inside my head. 

"Do I really wanna go right NOW?"

 Yes/ No.

*Sigh*

Making our way through the enormous Mumbai traffic, when we finally reached Dadar, I remember myself pouting my lip and say, "Why can't I stay back till evening?"

He gave me a flabbergasted stare in return and reminded me that it is Ganpati tomorrow and he needs to go back to his house ASAP because he has got a lot of pending work. But as always I finally won and I decided to stay back at a friends place in Borivali till evening and take the evening bus.

Victorious, I looked at him speeding towards Borivali with a grumpy face. Once we reached Borivali, I again changed my mind after seeing the long line of Volvo's standing in a que.

PunkPrincess: Ok listen this is the "FINAL PLAN". I am taking a bus to Pune right NOW. Because otherwise it would be too late to reach campus all alone and with all this luggage."

Cheopomawali: &5%%??%(8^8^66#@!!!!

PunkPrincess: :)

When I finally got out of the car in the pouring rain, I looked at the huge baggages around me. I lifted two bags and my knees became woobly. I still had two more to go. I gulped and looked at him. I just did not have the guts to tell him anything anymore (for a change!)

But this time it was HE who changed the plan and not ME (yippe!)

He looked worried.

Cheopomawali: There is no way you can go like this. So many bags and you would be in your own all the way. Then after going to Pune, taking an auto till SB and then taking the bus to campus!! No No forget it. Let's go to Pune tomorrow. Together.

PunkPrincess: *Bhangradanceintherain* Total Filmy!

Back in the car when I was contemplating where to stay, my Nani's call came from Calcutta. She said we have relatives in Bombay, one of them residing in Kandivali. She tried to explain how am I related to them, but as always it just went beyond me. She also added that they simply adore me and have asked a thousand times to visit them if I come to Bombay. So I told Nani to just call and inform them that I am coming for a day, before I crash in with lots of luggage and an innocent smile.

As I waited for Nani's call with bated breath, Cheapo kept throwing me dirty looks. 

PunkPrincess: Who is more important, Ganpati or Me??! (My Lamest Line for the Day)

Cheapomawali: ^??!^&!?**?!! *sigh*

Ring Ring!!

Nani Calling..

I made a grumpy face and picked up the call only to be told,

"Beta bad news. That aunt is down with chicken pox. Don't go to Kandivali now"

Plan Change. Car speeds towards the-initially-decided-friend's place in Borivali. 

FINAL PLAN. I am staying back for the night at our friend's place and we three are leaving for Pune tomorrow, TOGETHER.

Sounds good. We unload the luggage and carry it till the fourth floor. As we sit and pant like a dog, it takes me not more than half an hour to change my mind.

"Listen I have a feeling that I should go back today itself. I think...."

I gulped down my words quickly as he looked at me. This time he was not angry, pissed, shocked and not even flabbergasted. He was plain and simple dumbstruck. He was sad. He just stared and kept on sighing. Words didn't come out.

By the way, is this the right time to confess, that by this time he had got like three to four frantic phone calls from home, asking where he has disappeared the day before Ganpati, leaving behind so much work?? (These Mumbaikaars I tell you, so much craziness behind this Ganpati thingy. Much like our Durga Puja actually, I concluded dreamily).

To cut the long story short, I did take the 5PM Volvo from Borivali. To accompany me till Pune was our friend. Poor guy had all plans to go back the next day, but as always he couldn't ignore our requests.

After a lot of craziness and randomness (Oh Shit! Did I again use that word?? Suggest me some synonym for this now please) we reached campus at 11.30 PM. I saw one of my classmate smiling at me who was in the same flight with me from Calcutta. He happily informed me that he had reached campus by 4PM. 

As I walked back towards the Girl's Hostel with my luggage, I still wondered,

"Wouldn't it have been a lot more fun if the three of us would have come back together TOMORROW??"

This Randomness, I tell you.