The New Year rang in with revelry and a planetary bang – mercurial effect am told. For an occasional glancer at the astro columns, terms like mercury retrograde shouldn’t be very unfamiliar. But whoever wanted it at the start and as if an eclipse was not enough to blind fold the universe (ok, parts of it) for some time. While the eclipse lasted a bit, the mercurial affect lasted a tad longer. The planet being associated with communication, every probable technical glitch and snafus could be expected to be their best expected at this time!
While technically, ok scientifically, no planet can go in a reverse motion, and it's more of an illusionary effect, here I was, gripped in its shadow.
The very weekend while relaxing with a book, I heard a loud thud. I looked around for source of noise and finally dismissed as some loud firecracker in the common area of the apartment. It wasn’t unreasonable to attribute the source of the noise to six floors below – the acoustics of the apartment complex being such that the excitement over mini badminton or cricket matches weren’t missed.
The real answer to this however, I got the next morning when to my horror the geyser in the bathroom had slid a good half way through down the wall. There it lay, hanging precariously anchored by the electric chord on one side and the water pipe on the other. This was followed by frantic running around and desperate phone calls and pleads. For the next three days getting in without fearing a head injury was impossible.
In another part of the world, my dear ones had to endure three trips to the airport before they could get lucky enough to be issued a boarding pass. Despite reaching hours in advance, by the time it was their turn in the queue, the aircraft was full!
Missed calls, dog bites, false alarms, burnt food, haywire elevators and difficult client meets ensured that Mercury in its retrograde had its most fruitful stay.
Three difficult weeks later…
The geyser is up and (hot water) running and the elevator at work ensures that I reach well in advance for the early morning client call. The interesting ringer is soon replaced by an irate voice of a normally well-behaved client. The voice at the other end is demanding an explanation for no periods at the end of the sentence. Instead of explaining the rule of grammar from the trusted style guide, I’m simply staring beyond the window and looking at the sky, for an answer. What hit me now… flying saucer from Mars??