Where can you get a cape?

anuj — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 18:15:33 +0000

Where can you get a cape? That’s what it all boils down to. You spend the whole week slaving and slogging. Waiting for the online scoreboard to load on that torturous office connection. Restraining yourself when our guys hit a boundary. Stifling groans when the other guys do. It’s a tough life. Then comes Friday. You call home to say you’ll be late. You meet the guys. Sometimes, you have a victory to toast. But where to celebrate? Sometimes, a loss to mourn. But where to recover? Valuable time is wasted, looking. Because either way, it’s got to be the perfect place. And then, you forget all about closing time. Until they throw you out. So you need an all-night eatery. But where to eat? Navigation is not currently your strong point. Nor is coordination. You give up. Head for home. On autopilot. And an empty stomach. Which doesn’t really matter. Until you’re creeping into the sleeping household. Past the kitchen. Past the dining table. Hunger, strikes. Bravely, you ignore. You undress in the dark. Curse the fact that you still don’t have a night-light. But where can you get one? Slip into bed. Bed creaks. Wife stirs. So does hunger. You creep out again. Kitchen. No chips. Darn those kids. You know that 24 hour eating joints exist. Where? Where? Back to bed. More creaks. Wife wakes up. Grumbling. You try again. Hunger. Hunger. Sleep. Priyanka Chopra. Hunger. Priyanka Chopra. Hunger. Paresh Rawal. Domino’s. Bye bye Priyanka Chopra. And do you get any relief over the long-awaited weekend? Do you? Saturday morning arrives. You greet it with a whimper. Bleary eyed. Groggy. Justifiably irate wife. Laundry list of chores. Including laundry. And dry cleaning her best sari. But where? Fridge needs repair. Who to call? A 4 hour power cut strikes. You’ve been promising her an inverter for a year now. What was that number? And in the evening. Dinner with the in-laws. Anniversary dinner. Which, as always, you’ve forgotten. When does the florist shut shop? On Sunday, the kids break the flush. Again. Need a plumber. Who’s open on Sunday? 7 hour power cut. Wife goes on strike. Kitchen shut. Kids screaming for food. One wants Chinese. One wants kababs. You’re out of beer. Does anyone deliver at all? Sunday afternoon. Siesta time. Son remembers he has a history project. Due tomorrow. Mughal helmet. Or at least a replica. Where? Where? Where? Daughter needs a geometry box. You need a clone. Wife conveniently gets a headache. Night falls. Somehow, you’ve survived. A hero. A superman. All that’s missing are those blue tights with the red undies on the outside. And a cape.
But where can you get a cape?

Okay, not my creation. But it’s one of the best wall posters at the asklaila office.

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Where can you get a cape?