My dad is very meticulous when it comes to train timings. For our journey we had planned 3 months before the time when we would start from home. The DDay finally arrived and all of us my dad mom sister daughter all ready on dot time for the trip. Then came our great bangalore rains. The taxi whom we had called at sharp 5 for the 8 PM train didnt arrive on time and after calling him3 times finally told us at 5. 30 that they cant come. That was the great SRS taxi. Anyway rather than fighting with them our first aim was to find the next taxi. Gor a number and they finally arrived by 5.50. And then started the traffic jam from one red light to the next , to add to it our taxi had a smoke coming from the carboreter. Got that settled and my dad had a genuine point just lets go back. It hopeless in bangalore dont expect miracles to happen. My mom scoled him for not having a positive attitude in life.
Anyway the positive attitude didnt help we reached 20 mts late.
I wonder if the only practical and sure way to reach bangalore stations is take a room next to the station. Well we had a nice family gettogether in the taxi. Since the occasion was important managed the next day by bus.
Next time we had to catch the train my daughter was commenting 'Dont worry mommy we will not be late we can always catch a bus !!!!!'
Thats how expectations get set !!!
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