My plans are Kaput from the word GO

It was a long weekend ahead with Tuesday being a holiday, I had plans of my own to fall sick on Monday and convert it to a 4 day a-la mini vacation. The mood was not ideal to work on Friday as I had returned from my sojourn in Mumbai to Bangalore. I left early to catch a bus by 1500 and reached Chennai by 2100. I was so happy to be in the midst of Tamils after a brief stint amongst the Manoos. My mom prepared a dinner with aroma tickling my nostrils I geared up to devour some gorgeous food. I retired early to bed after that and I knew a busy day awaited me the next day. It had been some time since I visited Chennai so I had a lot of friends to catch up with.

The next day, being my birthday, dutifully visited a temple for holy blessings and started a whirlwind tour of the city, meeting half a dozen people. How else do I spend a day here? The plan for the evening was to host a dinner for my cousins at ”GRT Grand”. We spent a good time there and headed back home around 2300 before retiring for the day.

Sunday was no different except that I had to visit a friend of mine near Tiruvallur who underwent a surgery and was recuperating. Lending a moral support to him, headed to my cousin’s place in T Nagar for lunch, having never visited there before asked my cousin to pick me from a place where I can reach by train. Soon that followed with watching a movie “Clerks II” in PC and what a horrible mess it was. My cousin kept on rambling about how IMDB ratings are not to be taken seriously after seeing a good rating for the movie. I asked him if there was any worthy movie with him and he started playing “Inglourious Basterds”.

It was half way through the movie that I received a call from my senior manager and ordering to show up myself in Bangalore the next day to apply for a UK visa. I was supposed to travel in another week’s time. I tried convincing him about how impossible it was for me to travel within a short time’s notice but to no avail. Having failed miserably to continue my planned vacation booked a ticket for a bus travel the very night. Promptly after reaching the office, I did apply for the visa. When my reporting manager was informed about this, of course by me, he duly smooth talked his way to the senior manager and made me travel back to Mumbai. It was a rehash of what I had been thinking would inevitably happen and left me bereft for my broken vacation. Now I am sitting in the dingy government office, our beloved customers and my onsite workspace. Not a person to be deterred by these events, I have started planning for a trip with my cousins. Hope there are no conferences planned during that time to be held at some goddamned country whose valid visa I don’t posses.

The above incident is true except that I put myself in my cousin’s shoes to narrate and I am the cousin mentioned to be staying in T Nagar.