Bean Bag Trauma

This was a much unexpected event of the day. I remembered the day I selected an option as "Bean Bag" for the annual gift. Had I known what I have to face by selecting it, I would have never selected it in the first place.

The temptation of selecting a bean bag was mostly because it was a better option than all the other options available. Also, the thought of getting it delivered at the door steps was evident because it was the only sensible way the bean bags get delivered.
So happily selected "Bean Bag" as a option and waited for the day when the mail would come for the distribution of the coupons to the Bean bag's store.

But all these thoughts went into vain today morning when a mail suddenly popped up telling me to collect the bean bag from the basement next to the parking area of H2 building.
Many of my enthusiastic "Bean Bag" colleagues were also disappointed to get the similar mail.
"How insensible", "How illogical", " How am I going to take the bean bag home now?"
"Bus madhe mansa nahit tar aaj fakta Bean Bags ch astil"
"Basnaar kuthe bas madhe?" , "Bean Bag mavel tari ka bas chya seat war?"

Most of them had these common('sense') questions without answers.

The bag was distributed based on the employee ids grouped together and it felt awesome to
know that today happened to be in fact my D day to collect it. Considering it was huge in size I called my colleague who also happened to select "Bean Bag" and she was going to figure out how it "feels" dragging the Bean Bag, and how foolish will it look. She almost consoled me and said we both have same fate, you have it today and I have it on Wednesday. Lets be each other's consolers.
After lunch we went to collect the bean bag and saw all the common fated people like me dragging their bean bags and giving us "go , sign against your name , collect your bean bag and enjoy' kind of look.

Me and my colleague literally picked up and dragged the bean bag and then managed to somehow stuff it in the already overloaded car of other colleague. He already had a bean bag sitting in the dickey and other bean bag sitting on the front seat of the car.

Then I tried to find out whether anyone who stayed near the place I stay and also had a car. Unfortunately none of my colleagues or friends stay near my place and also have a car.
I was asking many people and trying to find out how can I take it home, finally my manager helped me out.
And I shifted the Bean bag from my colleague’s car to my manager's car.

I told my manager to drop me at a place where I can get an auto-rickshaw, so he did and I finally managed to somehow put this bulky bean bag in the auto.
The auto-rickshaw guy looked at me with much exasperation and almost said 'he kai aahe?'
Well..I did not know how to explain what it was.
I just said 'hee bag aahe'. I did not have enough time and patience to explain what it was.
He was a good person unlike most auto-rickshaw guys.

I got of the rickshaw at the gate and took the bean bag upstairs through lift. I stumbled at
the lift, my sandals got stuck in between at the lift door and I felt like I am Mr. Bean with a Bean bag.
I greatly remembered that Mr. Bean episode where he buys a couch and takes it home by sitting on it on the top of his car and drives the car too.
I landed home with the bean bag and to put myself at ease, I quietly sat on the Bean bag for sometime. :)