If you have time ....

If you have time is about 'time ' and time as we all know is the way we look at 'time ' Some have it in plenty and some are struggling for a few hours of sleep.

A friends marriage and I am supposed to attend it and then 'time' strikes again. If I go my work will suffer , my Boss will be angry , I'll spend money and ....

At times I don't think about 'time' and I did not take much time before I found myself in front of an Airlines Booking office. Tickets done and I flew . Travel takes less time now since we have some “budget” airlines .

Its an experience to travel in one of the low cost airlines. The general look on the face of the Passengers is like : “ You ? How can you travel with me ? This is supposed to be plane and not a Lalu's Train !!”

Met some real interesting characters on board. A Lady with a kid next to my seat and I've been tormented each time I travel, by kids. The first thing which struck me was “ Not again !!”

The plane landed without any major crashes and the warm winds of Norther Plains greeted me . They always drive me nostalgic and I always prefer to keep the AC off and windows open each time I land in my home town for reasons I just explained .

Had to drive to Chandigarh to see my Grandmother who was critically ill . The joy of riding at 4am in the morning and that too at a top speed of 130kms/hr did not stand long when I discovered that Granny needed me more than my Company.

A typical situation . A friend's marriage the same day and a Granny who needed attention. With a sense of guilt and a lie that I had to attend an interview (I know this sucks , I could not think of anything better ) I drove to Saharanpur .It was difficult riding , the thought that what if Granny dies and the last thing I whispered in her ears was a 'lie' just made me quite uncomfortable .

Relatives and Dad assured me that they're taking good care and with the hope that 'good times' would return again I fired the car engines.

I was able to make it for the wedding. Vivek looked dashing as ever and with the wedding gear on his head all eyes were set on him . After all it was his day. For the less informed Vivek has been a friend , an old friend indeed .

The marriage was neat .No dancing in front of the horse and the groom had a tough time convincing his parents that he is better off the horse than on it. A commendable step and kudos to him.

As all Hindu marriages start late and end early morning this too was not an exception . I like chanting the Vedic hymns and I made it a point that I'll not miss the 'pheras' (Merry-go-round the holy flame)

Early morning and it was time to bid adieu but the hosts did not make us feel left out and who else but my friend was with the Guests trying to arrange for beds and tea.

It was 'time' again. Time to bid farewell and drive back home .

And I drove .

With 48 hours of no sleep I started believing that “I am human too” . I missed hitting a truck and a few others which I do not remember . Probably my 'time' had not come and I survived .

Granny is recovering well .

Good Times are surely to return !!