It happened for the first time when I was eight.One odd day,I got confused with the way to the playgorund I frequented often and after a lot of rounds with my bi-cycle ,could finally reach the spot but as my luck had it,buddies had gone back home for it had been a couple of hours past the playing time.later,friends laughed at me and I laughed at myself too ,considering it to be a funny accident and I being the source-element.But then at that tender age,i could hardly figure out that it was just a trailer of my hidden trait of mixing up with directions which was soon going to be as popular as any hot guy among a bunch of single girls.Years passed by and I grew more efficient in my trademark skill of confusing with raods. Then bi-cycle got replaced by a sturdy scooty and that meant no more limitations! Freedom knocked at my door but I couldn't welcome it heartily as I could sense the impending crisis shrewedly looming over me.Then what? As expecetd, I was completely exposed.If a friend asked me to pick her up for the morning tutions,I would reach her home for the evening tution.Provided Jamshedpur is a small town with fairly organised routes,I and my scooty somehow managed to deliver the expectations, others had on us.
But perhaps the almighty wished a better funny show for himself and one fine day,I landed onto this huge cosmopolitan fuzzy place.Its been more than four years I am in dubai now but if you ask me the direction to the nearest mall from my house,I would confidently point towards the
opposite direction so you better know which way to go.If I am supposed to take a left at any round-about,I take it after traversing through all the other turns linking that round-about.And dubai haughtily boasts of its huge round-abouts and fly-overs,so you know the quality of plight, I am suffering through!I always wondered why among all, I was the hapless one to be gifted with this odd trait for there wasn't any sane logic for me to believe that I suffered from some memory shortage problem or neither I had earned any reputation of being a dumb person.
opposite direction so you better know which way to go.If I am supposed to take a left at any round-about,I take it after traversing through all the other turns linking that round-about.And dubai haughtily boasts of its huge round-abouts and fly-overs,so you know the quality of plight, I am suffering through!I always wondered why among all, I was the hapless one to be gifted with this odd trait for there wasn't any sane logic for me to believe that I suffered from some memory shortage problem or neither I had earned any reputation of being a dumb person.
Well, god finally decided to let me know the source that passed on this incredible characteristic which now defines me partly. Recently,during a vacational visit to india,I was at my uncle's place.One evening,I and my uncle along with my cousin, went out to get some samosas frm the nearby street -vendor which was just a ten minutes walk from the house.On the way back home,the cousin of mine met a friend of hers and she had to leave us on the mid-way.Then while walking,we reached a junction which led to four roads.And uncle asked me if I remembered the correct road which led to his house to which I smiled shyly and nodded my head to signal him a negative.Then the trouble began,we roamed aimlessly for around twenty minutes more and finally reached the house. After reaching,my aunty quite slyly asked me "so,which new route did your uncle discover today?".Unable to catch her sarcasm ,I reacted quite blankly to which she burst into a cunning laugh and said"my dear,don't you know that your uncle ,who otherwise solves huge physics problems and can easily register complicated formulae,actually suffers from a chronic hereditory defect called "street-phobia" which was very meticulously passed on by your grandfather.And to this my uncle also burst out laughing and very proudly remarked "I wonder who is the next one in our family line to take it from me." I was in a state of extreme shock for a while and then declared "it's already taken so don't worry,our family-heritage is preserved".
Since then,I have been quite chilled out about this defect of mine and have stopped giving angry stares at my friends who occasionally call me out a loser.I ,very calmly reply to them saying"it's hereditary".What worse! I have a car and a job now.O good lord! do shower some sympathy on this poor creation of yours.
