Okay, this was something which happened quite a while back, but I was just thinking about it and voila! I present to you yet another pointless blog post featuring my cluelessness.
If you have been diligently following my blog you will know that at one point of time, I used to go walking with a friend in the mornings at a park. If you haven't, you know it now.
Right at the beginning of this not very successful venture, I had no clue how to get to the park from my place. So my friend used to come to my place on her bike and then, I would follow her to the aforementioned park on mine. And because I'm so freakishly clueless about routes, she had to do this for a few consecutive days so my brain would finally get the idea and remember the way.
On day three or four, I was sufficiently confident that I would not get lost on my way back home. Even then, being my friend and all, Charms decided that I could not be trusted not to get lost. She told me she would come with me for part of the way and we started out as usual.
Now, right in the middle of the way, I saw an alternative route I knew about and smugly took it. Who said I didn't know my routes? I totally knew this one. I reached home safe and very modestly refrained from boasting about my feat to my parents, partly because I knew that they would laugh their heads off.
I was happily starting out on a new novel in my bedroom when my doorbell rang.
I'll spare you the suspense, it was Charms. She looked like she was hyperventilating and let out a huge sigh whilst clutching her heart when she saw me. This seemed unusual. I politely asked her what she was doing at my place.She responded, not so very politely, that she had come to inform my parents that she had lost their daughter somewhere in the city.
Yep. Not being equipped with a cell phone for a mere walk in the park, she had no way of knowing that I had not lost my way/met with an accident/ been abducted by aliens.
The minute she noticed that I wasn't behind her, she pulled over and even had a very interesting conversation with a traffic cop in her limited Tamil, most of which consisted of her wailing, 'Uncle, she was right behind me! I lost my friend!' and the traffic cop nodding understandingly, like young women frequently came up to him at seven in the morning and complained that they had lost a friend.
Of course, after I finished laughing she yelled at me some more and finally said that she would never take me anywhere again. According to her, I should have waved goodbye before venturing off on other routes.
Now why didn't I think of that?
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