Home Alone

Its been almost more than a week since I been living alone now..
It all started last Tuesday when mom went with her colleagues to Vaishnodevi and dad had to fly to Hyderabad the next day.
I was so excited about the whole aspect of one week of pure independence, no one to worry, no one to nag to brush my teeth n have a bath early morning and no one to fight with to put the music low. And since mom is not there, that means the neighbourhood aunties wont flock to our place everytime. God I tell u they have such a loud voice, once they start gossiping then its no sun no moon.. Man I feel like pulling my hair out when they are at my place..
the only problem my mom had was about Food, (cuz everytime she goes to her native place n all, I used to have a sour stomach within two days n she had to come back). But this time she fixed that problem too, she made an arrangement with an local aunty to make Tiffin for me, I was totally against it since I like to eat out a lot n this time since mom had made an arrangement tat meant no extra cash for eating out n spending in restaurants.

So finally mom went, the next mornin I celebrated by playin Joe Satriani early morning in full blast ( normally the morning air used to be filled with gayatri mantra, hanuman challisa but no today was his day: for a change:). Dad came in the evening n he bought Hyderabadi Biryani which was awesome but the quantity was so much that we couldn't finish it, n dad said u can eat it 2morow. Well dad had to go back to pune early next morning so I was alone again. this is when my problems started

when parents are there are so many things that are taken care of without u even knowin they exist, like the newspaper and the milk guy early mornin, the bastard rings the bell at 6.30 in the morning and me being a glorious sleeper didn't even know of it. After some time I think in my dream I heard someone knocking, actually it was the milkman almost close to breaking down the door by now. I finally woke up cursing n opened the door, from the look of his face I knew he was waiting for long. that being over I knew I would not be able to go back to sleep again cuz I have this problem, once m disturbed from my sleep its very hard for me to go back to sleep again..
so I gave up tryin to sleep an switched on my PC. Cant even remember wot I was doin but I again fell asleep on my PC table.. I guess it was not even 15 mins into my sleep, the water started overflowing from the tank.. Again I got up cursing.. turned the nob off n thought of giving a sleep one last try.. I was so frustrated by now that I would kill anyone who would disturb me now... But then as fate would have it, the phone started ringin, I thought, man! this is the limit, go to hell m not picking up.. But the caller didn't relent..

I never understood this funda of people calling continuously, y cant people understand that when someone does not pick up the phone in the first instant that means the person is not at home.. Is this logic so hard to understand.. But no, this caller kept on callin n callin until it started to get on my nerves.. I was almost feelin like rippin the line up.. Finally I thought wot if someone is callin to declare emergency or something so I picked up, it was my aunt callin to enquire about me.. Common aunty m not a lil kid anymore..

totally frustrated by now, this mornin could not be any more worse than this. But it wasn't so, the laundry guy, the garbage guy, our house maid, the postman, the neighbor aunt to give some dal, cuz ya I would die without eating ur dal rite. so finally I decided wots the point in keepin the door closes, lets keep it open from now on. yeah come all ya people this is ur own house..

finally the tiffin delivery boy came, man he was carryin such a big tiffin, I donno wot my mom thought of me( yeah I eat a lot) but no way I can eat tat much in a day. Anyways the food was quite nice, tasted like mom's.. Its strange but when parents are their atleast u feel like studyin to atleast show them ur studyin but when they r not over, the mind gets so distracted that u cant focus of anything in particular.. so my usual study time table had gone for a toss cuz of unadulterated television and the cricket matches.. now tat india is playin well, who can stop watchin it.. atleast have fun till it lasts right..

then came the dinner time, n I was thinking of havin the biryani tat dad had bought, but I had no idea how to warm it.. I been tellin mom to buy an oven from so long but she has this stance tat u don even come in kitchen so y u want a oven. (for times like this mom).. But no use, I had to think of something, so I thought lets warm it in a pan n C.. I put only little quantity first (trial n error method u c) cuz I was not sure how it would turn. After little while the rice started buring n the chicken pieces were still cold..
I didn't no wot to do so I called my gf and asked for help.. when I told my problem she was laughin at me, y cant women be straight ya, I mean if someone asks somethin y cant u just do it before judgin them.. But no she had to first make fun of me n then little teasing n then finally the answer.. "Warm it in the cooker dumbo".. Me: "idiot y couldn't u tell me this before" ...
I had never handled a cooker before so I didn't no its exact functionin..
so I had to call her again.. ..After undergoin embarassement again, she told me to put some water n put in a utensil, cover it n lock the lid n put the vessel..
I forgot to ask her how much water, but fearin humiliation for the third time, I thought lets give it a shot, I put lil water n followed her instructions..
after 15 mins or something, the cooker started shaking violently, man i was scared out of my wits, i turned of the nob n ran away from the kitchen.. after about 10 mins the cooker was back to normal again... n when i opened the lid, lot of steam passed away n wen i say inside, the cooker was bone dry..
Conclusion: Never go in kitchen ever again..

i relinquished all hopes of eating biryani n ordered from out..

but when ur living alone, u cant avoid the kitchen. since we drink only boiled water, the water stock ran out after two days n i called mom to ask, wot to do.. she told me to boil it myself.. after much arguments, i gave up n finally decided to do it..
i filled the utensil n put it on the gas on low flame.. and i started watchin tv.. one serial led to another n i totally forgot about the gas.. finally after an hour i got up to pee n thats when i saw the gas is still on.. n vapours were comin out from all sides.. i quickly turned it off n removed the cover n saw that there is only one fourth water left in the utensil..
cursing myself i went out n bought the Bisleri 20 litre pack.. now which was easier..

u no wot would be easier if mom was here..

I know I have never said this to u mom n would probably never

missin u lot..come back soon