The ultra-expen$ive mobile phone that I recently bought has been rendered impotent...at least as long as I'm on the streets of Bangalore, thanks to the deafening traffic noise.
Each time I reach my destination & check my mobile, I get a long list of missed calls, mostly from unknown numbers. One of these could have been a wrong number from a very pretty lady. Maybe I could have engaged her in an interesting conversation. Maybe she would conclude that it was destiny that was bringing us together. Maybe she would be so charmed, she would readily agree to a rendezvous with me in a hotel. Maybe it would be love @ first sight for us. Maybe our romance would take us places. Maybe her dad would be a paranoid business tycoon who wouldn't approve of our camaraderie.
Maybe she would transfer all her funds into my account as proof of her unending love for me. Maybe we would elope to Europe to escape her father's wrath. Maybe my daring deeds would finally ring a bell & he would be reminded of how rebellious he himself was not too long ago. Maybe in me he would find a reflection of himself back in time. Maybe he would have a change of heart and approve of our courtship. Maybe he would be so enamored by my towering personality that he would gift me with a villa in Beverly Hills. Maybe I would finally marry the lady who had brought me all this good luck!
But why would Bangalore's biodegradable citizens let me have all of this? If they had a heart, wouldn't they drive vehicles that were less noisy?
Damn you, Bangaloreans!