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As I turned from Shivaji Statue near Stadium towards palasia, I was at a constant, but less than usual pace… maybe about 30 kmph. And then infront of Medical College, all of a sudden this jackass auto-rickshaw driver cuts steeply to right, maybe to avoid some thela (the bastard didn’t see that earlier?). An elderly-but-not-so-old uncle, with his wife, was trying to overtake him (the auto). Impulsively, he also took an unexpected right. Bajaj Chetak is the undisputed champion of turning radius in scooters. I was about to overtake Uncle when this happened and all of a sudden I have no options left in life, but to go right and bang in that stupid road divider. I did it. I usually do not take such haphazard steps while driving. I dont know why I did that toady. Maybe I was satisfied that with a hospital across the road, and a medical college next to me, I wont die in casualty.
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Somehow, I maintained the balance of my 1989 born Kinetic, and went ahead. I didnt even recover from this when in front of IDBI bank, about 200 meters from the accident spot, I noticed that all the vehicles in front of me (about five school buses in them) came to a standstill as if they were all watching the climax of ‘Black’, and didnt want to waste a tear looking anywhere else but the screen. Something was wrong. A matador was trying to reverse on a one-way and by the way, this one way is also called NH-3 (fondly known as Agra-Bombay Road). I think the RTO should reserve the right of holding a driving license only to those people who can spell the word ‘license’. Sometimes I just feel pity for these anpadh-gawar-Tilak-Nagar-types. However, it was then that I realised that the previous accident had failed the front brakes of the scooter. I’m sorry God, but I was too late to realise this. I saw a Sardarji uncle coming towards me. And then I’m caught in a dilemma tougher than Rani Mukherji had in ‘Paheli’ – Do I bang in the Sardar, or, Do I bang in the Bus. And came my second stupid decision of the day.
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There were no visible scratches on the bus’ rear, but the wind-panel of my kinetic was being crushed by the trafic following me. I took a breath to confirm that I was still alive and not really below the bus and then vroomed again. Pretty soon, we were at Geeta Bhavan Signals. Yogesh left, and I was left on the mercy of fate and Kinetic, on the left of the road. As the signal flashed green I paced up as I wanted to reach home early and safer. By now, I had also decided that I’ll blog this experience. I reached palasia in less than a minute. The signal was green and the counter was decreasing – 52, 51, 50. The Orange flashes at 49, and remains till 45. I thought I could clear it, but what I forgot was that I was on Kinetic. Its not that I dont like the ‘K’ word, but I prefer an ‘arizma’ to ‘inetic’ as the suffix to ‘K’. As I crossed the LoC, it was 45 already and the big bro screamed through his fati-hui-condom type whistle. Should I stop. “YES PLEASE, YOU ARE ON THAT GOD-DAMN KINETIC, ASSHOLE”, My conscience yelled. I stopped (…somehow…) and came back crawling 10 odd meters.
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As I left Palasia, I noticed the big bro staring at me as if I had called him big bra or whatever. In 10 seconds, I was at the Nafees crossing. I wish they had designed Indore before they designed those ‘integrated collection of LEDs’, which we’re asked to program in that stupid 8085 shit (Read: Traffic Lights). Luckily this time, the wait was over soon and I rushed faster than the Rushes coming in Darius’ body while he was singing and filming that crap song. So what’s new? A dude with his fancy gf (girl friend, not Kinetic GF… Gosh, I hate all these words…) come zooming towards me on the wrong side. As I prepared to die, I heard my heart saying these final lines … Dear ‘A’, I really love you. I just hope I could have been more elaborate on this, but you see, I have to die in 2 seconds…). All of a sudden my creative biking skills, which had been dormant for the last four days came to life, and I turned the parallysed and partially-dilapidated kinetic by 90 degrees (= pi by two radians) in less than half a second. People saw me and screamed and shouted. I also overheard a passerby saying – “Wish you had a Karizma…”. Well, I do have a karizma, you son of a bitch! Its punctured. Anyway, this (gf wala) moron had left by then. I waved hysterically to the crowd, and slipped quitely. If ‘A’ would have seen me doing those Jackie Chan antics, she’d have probably thought of a future with me…
Anyways, I was home soon. I went to the fridge, grabbed a cola, and here I am. Writing stuff and thanking god for giving me more time to elaborate on my proposal idea.




