An Ode to His Toothy Smile

Everything was on time, the flight, the wait...my usual frantic rush to the airport wasn't that frantic after all. Well thanks to my Dad. Everything went just fine until the driver at the receiving end decided to pull a James Dean and decided to stick to his incoherent-haryanvi infused-rucksack of a Hindi - " Maddamji, Barre wale Airtel wale Board ke pas aa jao" for whole the 10 minutes that I took to figure out what he was trying to say... I stared at my phone, then I looked for the 'Badda wala board'. I found it. I just didn't want to believe that it was half a kilometre away. Anyway, a push over that I am, I refused to further perturb the driver and decided to walk the distance. The 18.96 kilos in my right hand threatened to break my back, and the close to 7(?) kilos on my left shoulder killed my neck. After what seemed like a freakishly long eternity, I met my beloved chauffeur at the Domestic Departure terminal, under the infamous 'Bada Airtel ka board'.
And then the real adventure began. The college student and the clueless chauffeur. Sounds like a scandalised headline. Nevertheless, as I entered Gurgaon I had no idea where I was. After some speculation I gathered that we were speeding past some nondescript mall in Sector 29. Sector 29? I didn't even know it existed. Well, of course I know it existed, but it is one of those funny mental block thingies which convince you that your extent of knowledge is he end of the world. I realised I was lost. But the driver seemed confident, and once more I let him do his work. A few odd minutes later, he admitted that he had no clue how to get to my destination. So we pulled a lot of strings here and there, and we landed in front of a building which jogged a familiar memory. A memory of being at a loss under a similar circumstance and finally finding my way out of the hale bale maze of the confusion this techy freak-show of a city boasts. Interestingly, I found my way out of all this crap by following my instincts and recollecting the scraps of what I remembered from the previous incident.
I have never been this happy at the sight of my college ever before. I breathed the icy air that stung my lungs. It made me content. I have no idea why. And as soon as I stepped into my dust laden room, the last 22 days suddenly disappeared. Some toggle switch mechanism operates in my brain as I jump between Kolkata and Gurgaon. I only wish it wasn't this easy to adjust. It would help if I had something to look forward to at either of the two places. Nothing yet.
Aah if only the driver were any cuter, and of course a thousand times less dumb! :)