Born Procrastinating!!!!

Yes, it was June of 1975. There were no rains the previous two years. He was already overdue, past nine months. The day he finally decided to make an entry into this world, it was pouring....no, not cats and dogs but elephants and dinosaurs. The roads were flooded, no cabs in sight to reach the hospital. His grandfather, misty eyed, managed somehow to hail a cab, pleading with the cabbie for a ride to the hospital, which was fortunately closer to home. The cabbie reluctantly agreed, looking at the to be mother in great pain.

The cabbie dropped them outside the hostipal and drove away. They managed somehow to reach the hostipal foyer....but the hospital was spread with disinfectant and was closed for a few days!!!!! A desperate search began for another cab....a couple of fisherwomen were just about to board a cab when the grandfather pleaded with the cabbie to take them to a hospital instead. The cabbie, good soul that he was, refused the wisherwomen and drove the would be mother to another hospital. Finally he arrived, on a most inappropriate day in monsoon, about ten days later than he was due.

He would never reach on time to school, to college and now even to work....he was born procrastinating and it still continues....