My area of interests is quite different from others. The research for this study started sometime back when I was in my college. I thought of making a short film on this topic but was not able convince rather explain my views to people who already seems to have a preconceived idea about this topic. Sometimes I doubt whether I was wrong in taking this topic. The first person who injected this thought in my mind was my grandmother. She used to tell various stories which were impossible to believe and I was inclined to this topic right from my childhood, but my aspirations to do a research came soon after my granny’s demise. I’ve even tried it out in some situations but it hasn’t worked.
It was almost 12.30 pm and I was driving my bike along a deserted road. Usually this road is not deserted, but since it was a second Saturday and summer was its peak this was quite obvious. No one would dare to come out in this hot sun especially for 2 reasons, the first being complexion and the second was health. But for me it didn’t matter much. My body would adopt to any condition and for complexion hmmm… who cares. There were two things I was fascinated one of course being my bike and other being girls. This road is a big stretch and there are around 2-3 colleges in this road. I sometimes used to take this route if I happen to see some colors. There had been some rumors about this road and I found that interesting.
“The woods were lovely dark and deep, But I have miles to go…” yeah this is how the road was and I couldn’t find a better line to describe this route. It was altogether a same experience for me and nothing was new in it. It happened all of sudden, a small change in weather, a gentle breeze during this part of the season and all top of that a nymphet standing along the road side asking me for a lift by waving her hand. It was for me and I knew that since there was no one else on the road. I was a bit circumspect when I was about to reach near her. There were quite a few doubts at the back of my mind. One was whether she might be a wrong girl or it’s some kind of ploy to rob me. I had almost slowed down by bike and stopped in front of her.
All my guesses were wrong. She had missed the 11.30 bus and had been waiting for nearly 1 and half hours for the bus. She didn’t even get an auto and was a little bit worried in getting home. I thought there was no harm in helping her especially a beautiful girl who would miss this kind of chance. She was not scared waiting alone for such a long time and that was something uncertain from a girl’s point of view. May be of the Jhansi rani category I thought and gave her lift. It was such a beautiful experience driving a bike with a girl by your side in a lonely road. I couldn’t ask for more. It was the first time in my life I’m travelling with a girl in my bike.
I was waiting for her to start a conversation and she did as expected. She studied in one of the colleges down the road and this road was the beautiful place she liked. She was the only daughter and of course a beautiful daughter any parents could have. Her voice was so sweet and clear. She had a very bright face, as if someone is holding a 100 watts bulb near her face to make it look brighter. A cute smile of course along with big eyes. She reminded me of one of old cinema heroine’s but to me she was a modern beauty. Soon she started asking about me and likings. I thought there was nothing wrong in telling her because beauty dominates. I started telling her about me and once I completed, I had nothing more to tell so started telling her about my interests.
I should say the first person who showed some interest and was really admired was her. She liked it and even she added few of her thoughts which I found realistic and was close to my so called research. We even exchanged mobile numbers and I was very much happy since I found someone who lauded at my interests. We are crossing a burial ground and I could hear her moan. I thought she didn’t like the smell of smoke coming out from there since no one does. Though she could speak clearly I can feel there was something disturbing her but the sounds of bell coming from the nearby temple made her totally dumb. I asked what was the problem with her and she said that she was from different cast and she doesn’t like to hear those sounds. How weird? Yeah that’s the way I thought and even felt she would be more attached to her religion.
I couldn’t turn my head each time to see her face, so I adjusted my rear mirror to focus her face. But before I could do we were hit by a fast driving car and it went off from that place in a flash. We fell down and I had just minor injuries and my rear mirror was also broken. She was not injured which was a bit of surprise but I thanked god for that else I would have held responsible for careless driving. She asked to me drive carefully as she held me by my shoulders. I thought now I may go really out of control driving the bike, I don’t know she somehow understood that and took her hands from my shoulders. The moment she took her hands my shirt got stuck in her nails and got torn. I was worried since it was my birthday shirt but again beauty dominates. I thought I couldn’t take any more since we had already survived from an accident in a road which was empty till that time. It was the first time I had met with an accident since I bought the bike. There had not even been a small scratch but now my mirror got broken.
It was quite an unusual birthday experience for me. We finally were nearing the end of the road before a turn. She asked me to stop the bike and would walk the remaining distance but I insisted that I would drop her till her place. But before I could get her nod, my tyre got punctured and we both have to walk. She took a small right and told that her house is quite nearby and she can manage. She walked a few steps, turned back and thanked me for the ride. I smiled as she continued, she told it was her first … but before I could hear I was disturbed by the horn of a truck. I thought she would have said her first ride with a guy. Anyways now I need to find a mechanic shop to fix up my tyre and I found one almost 2 kms from that place. I was a little bit surprised when the mechanic told that my tyre was not punctured as he inflated air. I thought its right time for me to give by bike for service. Instead of going to my home, I went to the same right turn which she took to have a look at her house. But to my surprise there was no houses in that road and it was just a small dead end. There was a gate at the end which was a small entrance to same burial grounds which we saw a few meters back. I didn’t even spare a minute to stay there and was off in a flash. While driving back home only I realized that perhaps she would have said that it was her first death anniversary. Oh my god what a great escape.
I reached home a bit late on that day. I directly went to my room and changed my clothes and went for sleep. Next day morning my dad woke me up and was about to scold me for the scratches and the broken mirror in the bike which he noticed while washing the bike. I called both my dad and mom and told them what had really happened the day before. Both were surprised and shocked, my mom immediately tied a red color rope in my right hand and that was her belief. Alas! That’s the best thing I can tell them for escaping from my careless driving. At last I felt even more relieved that my research on effective lies has worked out well this time.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
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5 comments:
This time u hv taken a diff story base and its simply great machi.. Awesome.....!!!
one point.. i think exchanging mobile number would be a loophole.. the first thing the guy would have done is to call back and check. Which he didnt..
again a mesmerizing n wonderful blog.. y has God given u so much creative power :))))
REALLY NICE AND SCARY BLOG... ;)... IF I WLDNT HAVE READ THE LAST LINE I WLDNT HAVE GONE ALONE ANYWHERE..
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Thanks a lot ppl ((: and @ Anonymous i thought of making it a scary one till the very last line, but somehow changed my mind and made it this way...
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