It was a wet August morning when I was on my way to work in my swanky new red car. As is normal, the drains had clogged and the wide roads were completely submerged in muddy water except for the central stretch. Getting late but not wanting to risk getting my new car dirty by overtaking from the side, I started honking at a scooterist. He was carrying two school kids and he was trying to keep the scooter’s balance on the middle of the road. I expected him to get aside. It was only when the harassed man stopped to give me a baffled look that I realised a complete lack of consideration on my part. Hugely embarrassed and ashamed, I made an apologetic gesture and followed him meekly for the rest of the way.
— Sangeeta Goel
It was the day when I came to know that whenever we request God to give us something, he never gives us, but without requesting he bless us with many things. After watching my friend’s photograph in HT City’s Fashionista column, I also wished to see my picture there. So with that hope I sent my snap to the HT City team. After that this newspaper was the first thing that I would see in the morning. The days passed on and on but everyday there was some one else in that column. Not me. Finally I gave up the hope and stopped turning to the Fashionista page. But one day when I was going to the college, a friend called up saying that I’m on HT City.
I quickly reached the college and rushed to the library. And there I was! I was feeling on cloud nine and tears of happiness fell from my eyes.
— Parul Budhraja
The other day I got very excited when I got my first call for an interview in an IT firm in Noida. I had to reach their office by 11.30 am the next day. I made all the preparations and planned to commute by Metro: via Dwarka, to Noida. I reached the station around 9.20 am and as soon as I stepped into the platform, I met a horrifying sight. It was so crowded that it appeared like the New Delhi railway station… What was missing was only the vada pao and aloo chips vendor...
I missed four metro rails and finally the one I entered was equally jam-packed. Further to add onto my disappointment, the scene inside the train was even worse than the DTC buses. People were breathing down to my neck. Thank God, it was winters and I didn’t have to bear the stinky sweat. By the time I reached my destination, I was all crumpled clothes, unmanaged hair.
— Mancee Chopra