Getting back from a tiring day at college, my bag was complaining about the heavy load of books and threatened to give away.
What is with people these days?? Why do all these people want to shop at the same day..ohhh goddd. Pushing my way past ladies, with long shopping lists at the weekly bazaar, along with their gawky adolescents and even gawkier husbands...I decided to take the easier way out..hire a rikshaaw to take me home. Yaay!!
"You won't be looking quite appealing in that saree in your cousin's wedding darlin, if you keep skipping those walks", said the wise brain.
"Ohh yeah..what about those 100 calories i burnt while shopping..huh?? Selfish calorie counting brain.How many calories did the McDonald's delicious, harmless looking burger contain anyway?? Ohh forget it..i'll never get it right(sigh).
I was about to mount the rikshaw when it happened. I had to stop him. Somehow. In that human maze.
"Oyye!!", i called out, to cut the chase.
No response. He hurried without looking back.
"Excuse me.." i said, almost pulling him back by his t-shirt, a little louder now.
"What the hell do you think you just did??" Had i really just kicked him in the knee, even as i said those word. I couldn't believe myself. He should have reeled in pain but he wasn't exactly on the ground "reeling in pain". He looked me straight in the eye.
He was an adolescent in his pre-teens. "What are you making a scene about??". These words coming out of his impertinent mouth infuriated me so much so that i found myself shaking...with anger. And there.. he got a backhand on his left cheek.
Still no remorse.
Serious self doubt now. "Am i slapping the wrong guy??". "No its him....its him, i saw him".The wise brain again.
"So you thought you would brush me up all nice and get away with that..u bloody bullshit". Yeah..now the words were coming.
"And all this is a scene created by me. Is that why exactly you stood there and took the slap so calmly..you swine??"
Still no response..rather no expression at all. He just walked away as if something very insignificant had happened. Nothing that concerned him at all. He kept talking on his cell phone..the same way he had when he had came up suddenly and grabbed me some where unmentionable.
I turned to leave, fully aware that this was indeed a scene for the onlookers and a pretty amusing one at that. What was souu amusing???
And why the hell was my rikshawaala pedalling at top speed??
Damn!! I'll have to walk myself home.
What is with people these days?? Why do all these people want to shop at the same day..ohhh goddd. Pushing my way past ladies, with long shopping lists at the weekly bazaar, along with their gawky adolescents and even gawkier husbands...I decided to take the easier way out..hire a rikshaaw to take me home. Yaay!!
"You won't be looking quite appealing in that saree in your cousin's wedding darlin, if you keep skipping those walks", said the wise brain.
"Ohh yeah..what about those 100 calories i burnt while shopping..huh?? Selfish calorie counting brain.How many calories did the McDonald's delicious, harmless looking burger contain anyway?? Ohh forget it..i'll never get it right(sigh).
I was about to mount the rikshaw when it happened. I had to stop him. Somehow. In that human maze.
"Oyye!!", i called out, to cut the chase.
No response. He hurried without looking back.
"Excuse me.." i said, almost pulling him back by his t-shirt, a little louder now.
"What the hell do you think you just did??" Had i really just kicked him in the knee, even as i said those word. I couldn't believe myself. He should have reeled in pain but he wasn't exactly on the ground "reeling in pain". He looked me straight in the eye.
He was an adolescent in his pre-teens. "What are you making a scene about??". These words coming out of his impertinent mouth infuriated me so much so that i found myself shaking...with anger. And there.. he got a backhand on his left cheek.
Still no remorse.
Serious self doubt now. "Am i slapping the wrong guy??". "No its him....its him, i saw him".The wise brain again.
"So you thought you would brush me up all nice and get away with that..u bloody bullshit". Yeah..now the words were coming.
"And all this is a scene created by me. Is that why exactly you stood there and took the slap so calmly..you swine??"
Still no response..rather no expression at all. He just walked away as if something very insignificant had happened. Nothing that concerned him at all. He kept talking on his cell phone..the same way he had when he had came up suddenly and grabbed me some where unmentionable.
I turned to leave, fully aware that this was indeed a scene for the onlookers and a pretty amusing one at that. What was souu amusing???
And why the hell was my rikshawaala pedalling at top speed??
Damn!! I'll have to walk myself home.
1 comments:
Unknown said...
this one is the show stealer....poor guy...he did'nt even have the slightest of the idea what trouble he was landing himself into..after reading this the guys would definitely think twice before even attempting to do something like that.....but if u continue this way...i am sure that the rickshaw pullers association is going to boycott u very soon....