2200hrs
I am experiencing the familiar moment of not being able to decide which was the worst thing that happened to me in the course of this short 13-hour work day.
Was it…
1. Having my campaign proposal rejected for the 7th time in three months, and having to think of more ways to meet the client’s increasing demands and shrinking budget;
2. Coming out of the meeting, seeing the damn heavy downpour, and not being able to get a freaking cab after an hour of calling;
3. Braving the storm and going out into the bus shelter to flag for a freaking cab, only to be splashed left right centre by muddy rain water travelling at speeds of 1000ml/sec from the blind wheels of all the darned vehicles which sped by;
4. Holding back tears while sitting in the cab after nearly 2hours of calling/waiting, looking at how wet my pants and feet were and thinking of Problem #1;
5. Not being able to get a cab at the close of the day and thinking if I should start praying to Indian gods as well?!
I remember this line from The Kite Runner, which touched something in me.
It’s us against the world.
And in the end, the world always wins.
I want to tell the world, that it’s not me; it’s you.
But the world seems to be telling me, it’s just me.
