When the Transformer caught fire....

Follow us:WhatsappFacebookTwitterTelegram.cls-1{fill:#4d4d4d;}.cls-2{fill:#fff;}Google NewsThere I was waiting for my pick-up to come at 10:30 pm( I'm in the night shift you see), when suddenly I hear the distinct sounds of "Snap, crackle, pop"...
Fire??? You guessed right..I rush to my verandah and am greeted by the not-so -happy sight of the huge transformer in front of my house enveloped in fire...
Ok I'm exaggerating..It was a small blaze, but hello it was a transformer after all. I've noticed that fire has something extremely hypnotic about it( No, I'm not suicidal or touched in the head{and while i'm at it who says touched in the head anymore anyway????})...Ok to get back, I spent a few minutes gazing at the fire, what started out as a tiny spark in one of the cables , grew to three seperate mini-blazes, then it dripped(It looked like it was dripping) onto the dry grass below... Cut to blaze spreading within the enclosure leading to thick grey smoke everywhere...This was when panic crept in..
Sudden jerky movements and about 30 seconds later, I was frantically dialing 100... About 15 rings later, the call ended because ..NO ONE PICKED UP...I take deep breaths and try 101...
A breathless 10 seconds later, Someone answers with a lazy drawl " Dilli Fire Service"
I cut into his prepared dialogue yelling, "Fire brigade, The transformer in Sector XX is on Fire" (Yes, I am paranoid and therefore will not announce the name of my sector in cyberspace, so there)
Anyways the guy goes"Ma'am where is this Sector XX?"
Me:"NOIDA" (Yes, i'm not that paranoid)
Guy: "But Madam the Delhi Fire Brigade will not come to Noida
Me: Stunned Silence
Guy:(in what I assume was his helpful tone) Ma'am???
Me: What do I do then???
Guy: Oh , here's the Noida number..call them
Me: What if I die by the time they get here?
Guy: I really dont know about that Ma'am, but remember to dial the code..
I slam the phone (if pressing the end-button hard can qualify as slamming) and dial the Noida number...
But guess what the number doesnt exist, with or without the code, the number just does not exist...
By this time a lone watchman and my landlady have sprung into action..the watchman by cycling round and round the transformer (???) and my landlord by moving her car far away from the fire..
I dial 102 " This is an automatic service for ambulances.Please..dial.."
At this point I give up...
Letting alone beat the system , I cant even live with it...
My pick-up arrives and I leave valiantly(indifferently?) like Nero...
P.S
I hope my house is still there when I get back
first published:June 27, 2006, 01:11 ISTlast updated:June 27, 2006, 01:11 IST
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