Night at home, I rested over the side walls of terrace after long tiring day at office and looked at mighty sky. It was full moon day and sky was looking stunning with infinite numbers of stars catching all my attention. It was already late night and all of a sudden, power went off. It was pitch dark and I got up with amazement as I saw the moonbow which had nine stripes of different gray shade and sky looked even more beautiful with no interference of man made light pollution. Moon looked as if the maharaja palace is decorated for royal Diwali, with some stars twinkling at un-strategic locations resembling a heavenly animation. Contrastingly, earth would look as if it has the patches of wound if god sees it from outer space at night time. Just opposite to my house compound, I heard few boys murmuring about power cut and they starting to leave for their homes. Seeing them, I remembered an incident my friend shared today during tea break chat in office. Some Years ago, my friend went for a solo ride on the outskirts high way of Bangalore as he had got new pulsar. He had this bad habit of chewing gutka and paint red patch wherever and whenever his mouth fills with gutka juice... He was so fond of it that he was not able to keep away from it even while riding and was chewing heavily while enjoying the pleasure of riding new bike. While riding, his biological meter in his brain indicated that mouth has reached its threshold of containing disgusting red gutka fluid and its time to spit it out. Most of us have this propensity of taking road sanity very casually and don’t mind to use it as mobile garbage bin. And when his month could not contain it anymore, he partially lifted his helmet and bent down a little to spit. Thupppppppppp….. And his spit directly smashed in to the shirt of rider who was just coming back of him. It was as terrible as it could be and he saw his mistake but dint know how to react as he was getting lot of interbrain suggestions for not stopping over, fearing a bang from gutka juice receiver. He did not stop and went over and by the time he adjusted his helmet and could see in the mirror, the other rider had disappeared from the road. He thought that he got a waiver for punishment from god and was little happy that nothing happened and said himself he would be careful next time. As he was continuing his pleasure ride, within next few minutes, he heard a loud Whroooommm sound of bike from behind, recounting all his primary lessons about Doppler effects. And next few seconds was like a movie scene, the other bike came in parallel to him with his mouth looking to be forcefully filled with something. The other rider started to stare at my friend, who dint know how to react and kept riding as if he dint know anything. The other rider now did a Thupppppp on my friend the same way he did but now it was intentional and he progressed further starting while showing his index finger indicating... mind it!!!! Like Rajini…My friend could not do anything but accept what happened. Rewinding few minutes ago, actually the other rider disappeared to stop over at pan shop to fill his mouth with lot of Gutka and started chasing my friend. His could not let go the unapologetic behavior of my friend and hence the above Drama. We all had a stomach bulging laugh which lasted for few minutes before we dispersed to our jobs and now if I think, I guess asking apology seems to be very important and necessary. The other rider wouldn’t have been so wild if my friend was apologetic. There is a famous saying” The movement you realize that you have done a mistake, Take immediate steps to correct it” Few drops on body and I could see the cloud was ready to cry to make the earth smile. I shall have to go to sleep with a hope that earth would apologize to sky with its magnificent display of morning flowers. Good Night!!!!
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 17:36:04 +0000
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