Sir, the car you just booked is wrecked!!

There are a few things in my life which just don’t fit. This is stuff like an organized desk, a clean bed, can’t-pass-everything-for-tomorrow waala funda, having a girlfriend, getting up early etc. For that matter even getting up (don’t even dream about early) doesn’t fit. Every day my roomie has to kick me twice to make me get up and I have heard he is now planning to hire a professional team of 7.30-AM-brain-expert doctors to at least make me open my eyes.

And this is not the end of the list. Now I don’t know if there’s something wrong with my zodiac sign or what but everything that I develop a liking for is rammed in some way. Around one or two weeks back when I called rental company for a car exchange they told me there is a Hyundai Sonata available. Man, its one of my fav cars. I really liked it. I got what was kinda most luxurious version, the kind which I thought only Bill Gates or George Bush enjoyed. I even kinda started climbing the tree by my patio to make an announcement and tell everybody about it.

But guess what, I only drove it for like 3 days, and some deer in his afterlife decided to appear beneath my car and ruin the silencer. I think it was his idea of the Moksha. That bastard. So I was all set up to call the rental company again. And sure enough, they had another Sonata available. It was a version not as advanced as the last one but at least to the level to Amir Khan I suppose. I tried not to like it, because I was already driving a better car before that, but man, the pick up was so damn good that I thought I could beat Michael Schumacher in a race. But yesterday we decided to go out for lunch, it was a Friday. And somebody wrecked our car in parking while we were eating our delicious Mexican food. After the police report and all I called the rental company again. Definitely making sure there’s no Sonata this time, I booked an Impala. A spacious car, I liked it. But the most ridiculous thing was yet to happen. The guy from rental company called back in about half an hour and said “Sir, I’m sorry, but the car you just booked is wrecked, and it was the last Impala we had!!”. It must be really sad for him to tell me that. Screw it. I immediately declared publicly that I’m never going to wear one of those “I love my wife” t shirts ever.

I don’t like the things I like. I remember that day I bought my laptop. Man, I loved it. I don’t know how in world its possible, but it managed to somehow crack its sides itself. All four corners. And since the day I fixed it with “quick fix” and got detached from it, it is working as smooth as it ever could have. If I try to remember far back which is what seems like, stone age, back in standard V, I bought a football. Boy, I had hard time convincing my parents to buy me that. But sure enough. First kick. A prickle somewhere. Ball punctured. Me beaten. I bet if I start liking Taj Mahal somehow, all Americans will have to find something else to refer to India with. If you still don’t believe and wanna know more, I crashed my own car back in India at my house’s entrance, the first day I bought it. There was a small scratch in wall also after that. Now this is not as bad as Veer Zaara but it sucks. Shit happens. Can’t help it.

And finally those who are wondering why did I change my blog’s color/template and all must know that I liked the last one and I don’t as much this one. I have my ways to defy stars. I can’t help it, but I like Aishwarya Rai too… Iski to…