Skip to main content

Key to Misery

The day began ominously with a new bus being pressed into service to take us to office. I was oblivious to the change and made fun of the dilapidated thing when it approached our stop, little knowing that I would soon have to suffer the ignominy of boarding it! It looked like a pre-historic bus and the fact that it moved at all was a miracle.

My office bag's zipper was malfunctioning for the past few days and this morning it finally gave way when the sliding tab came off from one of the sides, which left the pocket that contained my pens and key precariously open.

What transpired at work remains off limits from my blog but I can let my readers in on one fact: I didn't use Firefox the whole day for the first time in a long while! Some achievement!

Anyway, it was while returning home at 8:30 pm that I thought of probing my bag for the house key. I was aghast to find that it was missing! Searched every inch of my bag, my pockets, my everything! As ill luck would have it, Santosh had left for Jhanjharpur (via Ranchi) last Friday and he had taken the other key to my house with him! All sinister forces was striking me at once!

Phoned Manilal at home to learn if I had absentmindedly left my key in the keyhole. No, I hadn't. Desperation was reaching a peak since I had no way of entering my room without it. Reached home to learn if Mani & friends had discovered my key which I may have dropped on my way out of my room in the morning. Again got a negative reply.

Contacted my landlord for a spare key even though I knew he didn't. I wasn't wrong. My only choice was to somehow contact Santosh (wherever he was) and ask him to courier me his key. Mani discovered his father's number after a prolonged and excruciating probe. Called him up only to learn that Santosh still in Ranchi at his uncle's place. Took down the number, called up and finally managed to contact the man of the hour!

After reciting the miserable turn of events, I asked him to send me his key at once. I wonder how long the courier will take to reach me. Maybe 4 days at least. Anyway, I sought refuge at Mani's place. Mantu offered to get hold of someone the next morning who could make a duplicate key. I hope the plan realizes.

I have no access to my bed, my pillow, my documents, my clothes, my slippers, my computer, my everything. I don't know how I'll survive.


Anonymous said…
a loose bag zip for all this ,
if ur key is taken and that person
opens ur door and steals ur stuff?,
unlikely scenario , but not a zero possibility .
sure if it was ur pant zip
u would have been more careful .
Deepanjan said…
My 'pant zip' has a record that's much worse!

Popular posts from this blog

This is what Bertrand Russell said about religion...

Religion is based, I think, primarily and mainly upon fear. It is partly the terror of the unknown and partly, as I have said, the wish to feel that you have a kind of elder brother who will stand by you in all your troubles and disputes. ... A good world needs knowledge, kindliness, and courage; it does not need a regretful hankering after the past or a fettering of the free intelligence by the words uttered long ago by ignorant men.

The year that was

I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still