Incredibly Irrational

Monday, August 31, 2009

Rain & Train

After a long long long confinement to the home-bus-work life, yeah I know, life!, imposed on me by my mother, I finally broke the shackles (mainly because she’s left for vacation) and went to all crowded places to get a feel of the big wide space (read: one foot * number of people living) called Mumbai. In other words, I took the Virar local from Bandra and hung to my dear life till Mira Road.Now that feels like life. dear life. While on that, I also proved to myself, my inherent interest in public welfare, by engaging in a verbal assault over a woman who was troubling many others around and over herself and others. When the station finally arrived, I held on to my three bags and to myself tightly and waited to be spat out. Have you seen the movie confessions of a shopaholic yet? The scene where Suze (Krysten Ritter) opens Rebecca’s (Isla Fisher’s) wardrobe? That’s the perfect movie analog of Mumbai locals on the Churchgate Virar line at peak time (from 6.30 AM to 2.00 PM and 2.30 PM to 2.00 AM. PS: Trains don’t run from 2.00 AM to 4.30 AM).

When I was finally thrown out, I immediately ran to a corner before the ejected crowd could carry me in the flow. No sooner had I patted myself at my back for bringing with me all my belongings safely, including the band that was once holding my hair neatly tied, now hanging in the courtesy of one strand than it dawned on me that one big black new umbrella (terrified) that belonged to my mom (more terrified) was no longer with me. My hands instinctly went to the back pocket of my jeans, (instincts are logic defying), as I looked all around me on the ground. Then instantly a series of images – the next morning 7.09 AM when I would run for the 7.10 AM company cab in the rain; the 6.30 PM rain when in the exertion caused by the day long mental agony at work I would choose to prioritize going home and falling on the bed above buying an umbrella and how I would move in this cycle and probably wait for September to come so that I can choose my priorities without paying the price of getting drenched. Then I did the net loss calculation ( cost of my umbrella – cost of travelling in a hired cab instead of a crowded local train ) and realized that by not traveling in the not-so-crowded first class I’d saved enough for a new umbrella. So essentially I’ve lost nothing at all. If so then what about the lost umbrella? This is a high difficulty level logical reasoning question by standards of some IT mass recruiting companies’ campus placement cells. So if you succeeded in answering, rest assured of a back- up job. I think I’d clear CAT, don’t you?

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