The past week has been so eventful that I havent even had time to register what has been hitting me!!Before I even realised it, Friday was bidding good-bye at the door. I can't put all of it in one entry, but I dont wanna leave much out either..Hopefully, this will be the beginning of a series on "My World this Week"
Forayed into Civilised Territory. Met a friend in a very crowded and colourful (ooo-la-la and how!)shopping mall. Such are the times we live in netizens, that I had to use my mobile phaun to locate a person who was three people ahead of me!! Had a torrid time getting back to my hole. It was 10 PM and I still had 3 kms to go and I was dependent on public transport. My huge friends on four wheels (the State Buses) had ditched me and even autos (EJ,those are 3-wheelers-a very strange species.) were not to be seen. I realised that it was now or never. I started showing them all the finger (tut!tut!there you go again thinking, " and I thought Shain was a decent boy"). It wasn't THE finger, just the finger-the mother of them all, the thumb! At first I was quite embarrased as I assumed that I would just make a fool of myself. After all, there were quite a lot of people watching this guy making strange motions with his finger. If I were a few more miles away from Chennai, people would think i was showin them something very vulgar. A few thumb shows later, I had shed all inhibitions..I didnt care who it was passing me by..Big Trucks, mopeds, taxis, AUTOS, Fords, Mercs,Ambassadors, Mopeds, I even thought of hailing the guy on a cycle who was peddling to a tune of his own, but i realised that I was being too mean. I even almost thought my long unfulfilled fantasy of being given a lift by a pretty charming stranger of a woman would come true..
But nobody stopped. I started developing a tennis elbow (Why? Is that the domain of 'great' souls who paddle along in blue colored pyjamas and try chasing balls outside their off stump?)
I was just about losing my faith in the race that produced stalwarts like Bush, Blair and Modi when my thumb suddenly received recognition. A motorbike came to a halt a few metres ahead of me. I ran like it was Bipasha on that bike and not a 30 something undescript rider. I just about pulled up to the rider when I caught a quaintly familiar odour. Didnt pay much attention to it then, and I sat promptly behind him. He kicked it into first gear and the bike raced down the road.
Moment of Epiphany-Realisation dawned on me-my good samaritan was drunk!
GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME!!!
He started talking his heart out. In fact, he started bawling his heart out, tryin to make himself heard over the racing engine. He turned over his shoulder to look at me while speaking and almost ran into the divider! Turned away just in time. A few metres later, almost rammed into another biker making a sharp UUUU-turn. "!@@#!@#!@#. He doesn't know how to drive sir!and visibility is also bad this time of the night (Yea, I kinda realised that he was seeing more lights than just the neon of the streetlights)I mumbled a "But ofcourse it is" and kept my fingers and toes crossed..
Those 3 kilometres seemed like 30. At last I saw the huge unfinished portals of the hell that was my hole. Hell never seemed more inviting than that moment people. I asked him to slow down and then stop. Thanked him and said good night. He rode away into the night. I thanked God more profusely than I ever had.
God's in his heaven and all is right with my world.
It's all good..it's all good..
Shain
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