This was a lesson we learnt when
we were kids, getting all excited and worked up about how a small guy takes on
a big dude and slams him!! Isn't it the kind of thing every body dreams off?
Getting on to a big stage... taking on a big challenge/ guy ... beating the
odds... emerging the champ... taking the center stage n hogging the
limelight... ohh yeah play a "hero" too if situation permits!!
Everyone out there would have had a fantasy of say -- batting out an over to
hit the winning run, saving a damsel in distress, waltzing across a dance floor
with your 'crush' in your arms, flooring a lady you admire from a distance,
being the center of attraction, and racing away on a bike/ car amongst few
others.
It was a decently cold winter day
and, yours sincerely here was riding on his bike on the way to office when an
irritating honking noise caught his ears. A black Santro i20 was trying to cut
its way through the decently heavy traffic and its driver was oblivious of the
fact that even if he did HONKED the hardest anyone could on the planet, the
traffic ahead of him wouldn't just jump sideways to let him through, kept up his
game to the frustration of his fellow on-roaders. In no time the Santro was
right behind me honking its guts out. I had nowhere to run what with a bus
ahead of me, the divider to my right, traffic to my left and with the @$$#0!3
right behind me. With great difficulty I squeezed myself out of the position
ahead of him and let him through. He zoomed away magically with the bus still
ahead of him, I was left a bit perplexed.
With the traffic being a bit
heavy, I spotted him & overtook him within 5mins, only to find the bugger
"honking" madly within no time. This process got repeated 2 more
times before it reached the crescendo. At Raidurgam junction, as the lights
went green I was driving close to the divider trying to overtake a car ahead
when this ass was right behind me yet again, darn that duffer. I try to give
way to him and allow him to overtake from my right when he purposefully slams
into my bike handle and cuts across almost tripping my bike. I got riled like
hell and raced to catch him. I pull my bike ahead of his car making him to
screech to a halt.
My dear friends the fun starts
NOW!! I hope you remember the first para that talks about fantasising, that's what yours sincerely was
trying to do. I wanted to grill that bugger and attain the (if the word exists)
Hero feeling! I stop in front of the car, lift the visor and start throwing
abuses at him. And, that’s when the driver steps out. And OFF goes my speech,
my throat dried up and a gentle shiver travels through my spine. The respectful
driver turns out to be a giant, may be 6'2" around 120Kilos and to drive
me nuts was pitch black!! By the time I could take a deep breath, the David in
me scampered all the way to Israel I guess!! The towering personality starts
moving threateningly towards me and I am rooted at the same spot, out of
stubborn guts?? Naaah, rather because of the fright and I lose the sense of
mobility. Crazily I start admiring his act of throwing abuses as it seemed to
be much effective than my nimble efforts.
He’s within one arm distance and
his dhai kilo ka haath could have
slayed me like a fly with a swipe, but I don’t bulge at this moment due the
courage I was able to find in the farthest & deepest corner of my heart I
had never ever visited (David starts his visa
process in Israel). I gather my guts and start abusing him…meekly instead. You
see having to scream with your helmet on and talk to someone who seems to be
talking to you from second floor is quite difficult. This confrontation causes
a small jam right next to a traffic cop’s stand, who seemed to think the time
is ripe to step in after 5mins. Seeing the cop come the David in me catches the
imaginary Concord and arrives in
time. We both blurt out our version of the story. In between, just before the
cop came this guys just pushed me back and I thought I would fly over my bike
landing on the other side with a thud. Thankfully there were no such special
effects and I am safe.
As we pour our complaints the
traffic constable steps back a bit, notices the car number and becomes a bit
wide eyed. I feared that this car might belong to some VIP and here I am about
to get screwed. But the cop turns towards the driver and says- “You were the one who has been honking madly,
driving rashly, bumping into cars and coming via City Center, Banjara Hills,
FilmNagar route, right?” The driver dials down a lot from his aggressive
stance and says yes. The cop turns towards me and says “వీడిని నాకు వదిలేయ్, అన్నగారు నాలుగు సిగ్నల్స్ బ్రేక్ చేసేడు, రెండు కార్లని గుద్దేడు అందులో ఒకటి మా CIకార్ అన్త... నేను చుసుకుంట వీడిని, నువ్వు లాగించు”
Feeling a bit victorious, off
having escaped without getting hit I clambered onto my bike and was about to
whizz off, when the cop said – “Nee size
chusukuni godava padara abbayi”. I wanted to tell him about the David Vs
Goliath story, but felt it would be unwise to teach anything to someone who
just saved my neck. Bhaad mein gaya David mein toh chala office!!
