Me Good... Me Bad... Me Ugly.

I'm one of those who hates Sundays at the moment..(ok im probably the only one but i don't like being the 'only one' so don't correct me).. why? Because every Sunday
1) i have to leave home at 8 am
2)to reach the bus stand at 8:15 am (thanx to dad drivin me there)
3)to catch a bus to Vijaynagar
4)so i can catch another bus to Nagarbhavi (which in a friend's words... is next to friggin EGYPT!)
5)to make it in time for a class which is from 9:30 am to 3:30 pm (ON A SUNDAY... if i haven said it already)
6)then repeat step 4 n 3 to get back home..

SATURDAY NIGHT: My brother n me decide since hes been working awfully late the whole week its time we spend Saturday night on some good ol' brother-sister bonding.... so we get the Iron Man DVD out, sneak into the kitchen fill our bowls with shit load of icecream, fight about who gets the bean bag n abt who touched the remote last because i can't find it n he wont get his ass off of the bean bag... finally movie starts at 12:10 am(sunday now)..
In abt 10 mins the thought of mum throwin me outta bed at 7 am for the class creeps in but i tell myself im gonna be sleepy anyway so 'blah!'...besides the movie was getting interesting with Tony Stark's "weapon that only needs to be shot once" n all.... But as fate has it, the lights go out jus when Yinsen tells Stark (whoz "the incomplete Iron-Man" at that moment) that hes goin to buy some time n runs, without a gun, in the direction of the armed enemy..... I swear at the timing n decide its a sign that i gotta crash...

SUNDAY MORNING: [quiet + peaceful darkness ----> mum yellin + bright sunlight] Its 8 am!! Partially oriented, I 'Plyometric' my way up n ready by 8:15 for dad to drop me off at the bus stand...
I then see my dad still sleepin.............. (MURPHY"S 12th LAW: Whenever you set out to do something, something else must be done first.)
I reach the bus stand by 8:30... the bus i generally take is gone. i wait n let a million buses to Majestic pass (Another way to reach EGYPT is thru Majestic which is the main bus stand in Bangalore city....also well known for some "ass-pinching"). I finally get my bus at 9... im leanin on the window listening to music on my cellphone half asleep...
In a few mins, i'm rudely resuscitated by a Whoosh of a Lavender perfume. i turn to see a woman next to me smiling.. i smile back n stick my head almost out of the window this time, to clear my respiratory tract b4 a migraine sets in.. I get poked n realise Lavender Lady wants to talk so i get my earplugs out.. She asks me if i work at a call centre... I, who was expecting a "whats ur name" first, look a lil shocked... she says "my daughter also works in a call centre... works at the strangest times... looks as terrible as you when she gets back..poor you children"................................... Gooooooooooooooood Morning Priyanka!!! Anyway im bored so i agree abt the call centre work, tell her its very stressful n gain her sympathy..She talks some more about call centres, i thank myself for watching Outsourced n Hello (whatever bit of it i actually watched) n keep the conversation going... she gets off at Magadi Road where a big poster of TAKAT (some Kannada movie) showing an ugly man with a hairless sweaty chest n a red bandana on his forehead distracts me in a way Godzilla distracted Manhattan. (This by the way is the stop where i get my weekly knowledge on Kannada movies so i like keepin my eyes open n get updated)
I change buses at Vijayanagar...its 9:15 n im thinkin to the bus "how fast can you go baby".... the seat i get is next to a dude whoz on his way to his 12th tuitions, which i eventually find out. He sees the "PHYSIOTHERAPY" on the back of my college jacket which i'd grabbed from home cos i cudn find another one on my way out n asks if im a Physiotherapist. i say "yes" (successfully suppressed my urge to add "good work nancy drew" cos he seemed sweet).. after a few seconds he adds "so u work with crazy people??"......... i agree.. i also realise he has me confused with Psychiatrists.
I prepare myself for a story about "the voices in his head" but nothing.... I suddenly miss being a Physiotherapist, which by the way ALWAYS gets a better reaction..a story about an ache, a lazy daughter-in-law/husband who doesn help or an age old fracture, any story that ends with a "so what massage should i get??".... Anyway we talk a bit... actually he did all the talkin (i swear).... after about 5 mins of him telling me abt his girlfriend/classmate and abt how crap his tuitions are, i start to wonder if i was supposed to counsel him on it... but no.. his stop is almost here so he gets ready to go.
He looks back n says "so u have a boyfriend??"
Me: "aaa.... yea" (WHAAAAAAAAAT??? i can't be a single woman working with mentally ill people all day..... thats jus sad.)
He: "doctor?"
Me: "yea" (WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT??!?! im a busy woman... i dont have time to meet ppl outta the hospital okay....n i strictly do not date patients/crazy ppl)
He: "you work together?"
Me: "no hes a........... Psychiatrist"
He: "huh?? *confused look* ok... bye"
Me: " :) bye"

Its 9:45 am... i know im very late but im also sure the 9:30 class hasn started.. im usually the first one in class at 9 silently abusing the latecomers for making me miss breakfast, thats how i know.
I walk in, find my seat and the class begins...
I jus spent 90 mins being 3 people and I'm back to being sleepy....