After coming to Singapore my sense of punctuality improved. Improved I say. Not that I lacked it before. Thanks to the Singapore MRT. Most of the times I don’t travel by road so there is little chance of me clogging up somewhere. But the tricky part is when to start at home. The travel time is always fixed which I know to most of the places, add it with the time it takes for me to walk to the station. Accordingly I start from my home.
This starting from my home is something which sometimes just doesn't happen the way I planned. Oh did I say sometimes? Actually its most of the times. The train does its part, meaning it’s always on time at my arrival point and reaches the destination on time.On my part I fail miserably.
This most-of-the-times delay will be not more than 5 min. Yet this is enough to cause the delay. As a result I end up brisk walking (which I can easily put as a slow jog) to the station, reach the station panting, wanting to breathe a cooler air. And even after all this I miss my train which is followed by a self cussing!
I am sick of racing against time. I want to take my own sweet time to walk to the MRT And above all breathe aerobically while I am walking. I want to start 5 minutes early from my home. And in the end I know it just doesn't happen like this always. I am racing against time all the time to be punctual.
