The ‘getting locked out’ of my own house was the bad thing that happened on Saturday. The good thing that happened was passing my driving test. The wait for the RTO inspector stretched on for 3 hours. I nearly played hop-scotch on the pavement outside the RTO. To make matters doubly difficult, the driving school brought along its oldest Maruti – the one where you have to use all your force to step on the clutch to change a gear! ‘Drive’, said the inspector. Then, ‘take right’. ‘Now reverse’. ‘Now stop the car’. That’s it! 3 minutes and it’s all over. The system never ceases to amaze me 🙂

…of your own house, can be a frustrating experience. I’ve been meaning to get duplicates made of my house key, but was procrastinating. Finally, what I was dreading happened. I locked myself out of the house. Getting ready to join Deki and Jil for Saturday lunch, I went downstairs to find out something from the watchman. When I returned, I realised I had left my keys inside. Then followed a 3-hour drama. First, trying to find a keymaker in the afternoon (you can’t imagine how tough it is!). Managed to locate one after about 2 hours and bring him back home. He did all kinds of permutation and combinations, but couldn’t manage to open the stubborn lock. Finally, the watchman pounded on the knob with a large hammer and pried it loose. By the time, the drama was over it was 4.00 pm. Cursed everyone and everything, especially myself for being such an idiot. Missed my lunch date, of course, and rushed to Alliance Francaise, for my first class (already half-way through). Of course, I …

A pile of study material has arrived for a course I am completing via distance education (I started it years ago and could not finish it because I ran out of money. I am hoping to finish it now). I had kept in touch with one of my professors from the university and he told me I could finish my remaining credit points by doing the course, long distance. I was thrilled, since the possibility of going there to complete it, is pretty remote. So, wish me luck as I pore over tomes of media laws, ethics, communication methods and practice for the next few months. French classes started this weekend and goes on for 3 months, thus effectively meaning I can’t travel anywhere for a while. Depressing thought as the trek gang is making plans to visit Honnemardu and I probably won’t be able to make it. But on the brighter side, it has taken me two years to make time to learn a language and I figure it’s better now than never. Am …