saying...GOOD MORNING in their own way...

Breaking the eternal silence of my sleep, disturbing the soothing ambience in my dreams he was shouting at the top of his lungs....Bangalore ....Majestic..Bangalore Majestic ....Now ...I woke up. Hesitatingly, never wanting to give up the comfort of the the italian VOLVO seat No 5-A ...managing to get hold of my luggage I got down. Never knowing what was I gettin into, I walked a bit.
Then first - my left pocket, right pocket ..my wallet.. my bag .....then my suitcase...my hands went through all the places of my body they could go through..only to make me realize that I had lost the address of my relatives..Then came to my rescue ...my mobile....But Almighty wasn't satisfied with the sceraio yet...so it was time for my 2 inch Liquid Crystal Display of my mobile to show "low battery" finally a sound tiditiditidi...IT swithced off.
Turning all around myself I could find an ocean of people walking in perfect arrythymatic manner so as to be sure not to be without disturbing others, not to help others, busy in themselves with a chain in their hand (ofcourse of their doggy), some with a hand of thier counterparts (lucky chaps). Finally I could find a my soul saviour - the STD ..thank GOD ....I hurried in with a priceless expression of relief on my countenance...my fingers did the rest..then ..beep beep beep ...and then TRIN TRIN TRIN. Now the SUN of troubles seemed to make its way into the dusk of the teliphone ring and the dawn of solutions seemed to luminate my face. But my destiny made me realize the delta G of the both the above mentioned reactions was positive...so I had to listen from my mom "DADDY LERU" (dad isn't there) and "NAAKU ADDRESS TELIYADU"(i dont know the address) Dumb struck by news I wished her and said a BYE. At this juncture, with the look of "why coudn't he talk a bit more" the STD fellow said 12 Rs....I finally had to part with all the change I had..
Now it was the time for the JUDGEMENT DAY...trusting my 400 gms little, rusted, hibernating brain for its memory which could barely recapitulate.."Banshankari.stage 3...terrace garden apts" Trusting something which i had never before I (my memory) I went to the so called Public Servants...but for me they were devils personified..the Indian Auto Drivers...Thinking atlest situation seemed to be normal for those fellows ...I spelt out my address..they suddenly I was given a dreaded look..saying ..Don't Disturb I am busy reading newspaper...my destiny took me a second fellow ..who was of the opinion that ...my place is too far for him to drive me there..so he simply said ...."NAI NAI ..main nahin aaaunga".....With my hearts in my boots, wading through the neck deep troubles i ambulated my way to the third fellow...Now I could hear only numbers ..200..190....170...and finally the score seem to settle for 150 ....I got in..then suddenly when everything seemed to fall back to normal ...there was again a havoc ...you have luggage ...i need 20 more....Overshadowed by the thick cloud of numbers round me I said OK chalo.....later I realized that - I had said a YES to the seemingly normal but highly abnormal daily chorus, I had put a very big ask for my wallet contents of which were hypothicated to DAD, I continued the tradition of first timers at BANGY.....
This is my most memorable GOOD MORNING wish I had ever got...