monkeys on the road

i came to halt on a red light at the regent street & hill street junction. although i was gazing straight ahead waiting for the lights to turn green, i could sight some hand movements to my immediate right. it was from a man, about the same age as me, sitting on the passenger side of a suzuki vitara. i rolled down my window to find out what he was trying to articulate.

as soon as i did that, he says "you drive fu&%*ng slow". although i was offended, i offered him the reason "my wife is pregnant mate, that is why i am slow". for those who do not know cambridge, the roads here are fairly narrow with plenty of pot holes and make shift repairs. the quality of the roads are perhaps a tad better than those at madras. i could hear this idiot’s wife/girl friend at the wheels telling him to simmer down as i had a compelling reason. he was either too drunk that time or he had a very bad day. he did not stop. he continued, "yeah .. but you are too slow, go on hide behind your wife". since the monkey repeated what he already had said, i replied "i will drive as slow as i want to and that's none of your business". with limited vocabulary and flying high on coccaine he said, "yeah this is not your fu%$ng road". i give him a middle finger acknowledgment and ask him what his problem was. i was rolling up my window and i could hear his wife/girl friend scream at him with clenched teeth to "stop it". so i wondered who was, if truth be told, hiding behind his wife. monica and yovita were in the car doing absolutely nothing but listening to two idiots in a street fracas.

the fact is, even when monica is not in the car, lately i habitually clock 26mph on a 30mph zone and approximately 55 on a 60 zone. i merely was not aware of that until today when i made a conscious effort to monitor my speed. i can remember sparkal telling me about him having to drive unhurriedly when arati was pregnant. even when monica is not in the car, i endeavour to avoid bumps, pot holes etc. i can emphatically say i won't drive any faster than what i want to when monica is there in the car but i speculate how many people would be incensed by my driving before the year end. the answer i guess is "i don't care".

at last, the midwife has called. monica will call NHS to organise her 12th week scan. i will go with her on all her visits. i hope everything will be ok.

my living room looks like a pig sty. everything is reasonably shipshape except for the coffee table. now it is a coffee table, a library shelf, a VCD rack – you name it. i wanted to clean last weekend. well, the weekend is over already.