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Salsa, Accident, Shaktimaan and how I got my bike stolen

28 Jan

So, I was on my way to salsa “test” class, earplugs attached to my ears were singing a random track from my mp3 player, road was open, way was clear, was going to overtake Mahindra Maxx from of-course left side. Twisting Accelerator 40.. 50… 55 … 59  . . . . . . . . . and 40.. 20.. 5 .. 0.02 and Zoom, I was in the air for good 5 mili seconds.

Here is screen-shot of the animation News channels showed only ten thousand times to their visibly (probably mentally) challenged viewers.

Thank god for helmet, my million dollar worth pretty face was safe. Although I did manage to get wounds on both of my knees and my right hand, given that i fell towards my left. So, apparently not only I flew, I even rotated 90 degrees on my axis.

Conclusion 1 : I did a Shaktimaan thing … not the superman one, uber Cool … !!

Landing wasn’t very pleasant, there were potholes filled with muck, waiting there to decorate my light color shirt and new jeans.

When I stood up covered in dirt, the earplugs were still intact and the song i could hear was BEP’s “tonight is going to be a good night” …. hah!! Irony ….

And the poor guy was standing there sheepishly, surrounded by crowd abusing him, coz he had a bigger vehicle. So no matter what, its his fault. And I was thinking of getting out of there and see if I can still make it to the class.

My Expensive (pitaji ki di hui) watch was broken, The shiny bike (since i got it serviced that day itself) was not that shiny any more with legguard, handle, indicator not at there correct places  … But still i was feeling sympathetic to that guy or may be i just wanted to go off the scene …

And to my luck … the police showed up. Before they could’ve made it any worse, I accepted others’ suggestion and left with that guy in his vehicle for a hospital, believing that his “baccha (second in command)” will get it repaired.

Oh! and was I wrong, he took me to his house to wash my wounds. and …

1. I had to clean my wounds in an open area,

2. His mom kept asking me questions (in telugu)

3. I was suddenly a monkey in the big mauhalla and every-one couldn’t resist staring at me. some people even came from their house to this guy’s house to see me. Ok I know I’ve got smoking hot body with not 6 or 8 but a full family pack, But still …

Conclusion 2: Fame comes at a cost of sacrificing personal privacy. Now I know how Britney feels 😀

After 15 minutes this guy (Madhu, As his mother was screaming at him using this name) came with his Baccha and one more guy, and asked me if the person with me got my bike…

I was like ….

They stole my bike, it was probably all a setup, to steal my bike… Those people from the road side were also involved, may be the policeman too. It could be a big gang, who steal vehicles… I m  not going to leave them, I am an IT guy I’ve the power of information …. What if they kill me ….  no no no … I want my mommy … I don’t want a bike … It was old anyways … I can go to office with ‘Malik’ …. etc. etc..

Yeh, seriously all this went through my mind when i had that FUUU expression on my face.

Conclution 3 : Never trust people, specially a 25+ yr person whom ppl still call “baccha”.

Hence, I forgot about everything else and went with them to search for my bike (Actually to get out of their area at-least). And that was when i spotted my bike parked out of a Tea-stall. Oh it was a blissful moment, like the slow motion run and hug scene from the 80’s love stories. Quite a bit like this …

Not from the movie of course … but you got the picture right ;).

And as it turned out, that Tea-stall guy parked it there, so that police won’t tow-away my bike….

Conclusion 4 : Some times its owkay to trust people … just make sure they are not 25+ yr old and still goes by pet name “baccha”.

So, I got my bike back, requested god to not make my evening any more eventful, and I left that place …

PS:- Went to bidar(130 Km form hyderabad) of bike very next day.

PS:– Got a Titnes shot 36 hours after the accident.

PS:— Still limping little bit.

PS:—- No plans still to see a doctor.

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let there be light on thy chat window

30 Nov

This is precise and unedited chat I had with one of my friend. And I think I was almost successful in annoying her to the extent she stopped replying (As she is well know for her skill of never giving up in an argument).

Her: have u sent me the invitation?

was it you
?
.
me: who knows ..
does that matter …
.
Her: hmmm
.
me: every thing around u is not indestructible …
.
Her: just like that i asked
😮
x-(
.
me: life is too short to ask such question
lets analyze what have we achieved in our life …
.
Her: (punch)
.
me: pointing fingers is easy …
.
Her: waaaaaaaaaaat
wat happened
who did that?
.
me: but remrmber when you point a finger at some one …
ther other three point at you
.
Her: wat happened?
😮
when did i point
??
x-(
have u gone crazy/
.
me: thats what appears to the whole world
the truth is …. i’ve realized …
i’ve realized the reason of life ..
there is not point in living this material life ..
.
Her: have u gone nute?
nuts*
.
me: who cares bout nuts … or butters .. or cakes…
its all just pleasure for some seconds …
and then its gone ..
its your soul which remains with you …
after all …
.
Her: (whew)
God save Ankit
.
me: not only me… god saves every one. .
even those who have devilish intentions …
he is watching each and every one of us
.
Her: Plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
for God sake
instead of crazy
.
me: may lord shower his blessings on you
.
Her: plzzzz
now stoppp
.
me: the power of one .. is still unknown to the world ..
so they ignore him ..
or fear him ..
.
Her: x-(
.
me: don’t be afraid my child …
.
Her: i am not ur child
😮
.
me: he has the gentle hand of all … he wont hit you .. .only pat you …
.
Her: 😛
.
me: with his kindness
.
Her: (whew)
.
me: god bless you my child …. god bless you
And the child was gone  ….

Weird night at a club

5 Nov

Date:  4th November, Wednesday

Place: 10th Downing Street, Hyderabad

Occasion: Nothing, just ladies night

It probably was just another day for a popular club at Hyderabad. It was ladies night, means free drinks and sacks for ladies till 10 PM. The not so huge place was crowded with females ranging from 21 (legally, would be less) to I don’t know 50 may be. No guys allowed. Things were fine, DJ was playing popular tracks and rests were shaking their legs.

Guy friends, Cousins, Boyfriends, Husbands (mostly someone else’s) waiting outside for the clock to stuck 10 and they can get an entry. Wait’s over its, guys are in and here comes A local male model (let’s call him X).

Now, Mr. X gets up to the center stage and announce that he is going to choose three lucky gals who’ll get the opportunity of undressing him (by that he meant removing his T-shirt). Sudden excitement was noticeable among the crowd, consisting mostly females, some of them not in their senses probably.

The drama begins, he selects the three lucky gals, and here’s a fight, who gets it off first? And it doesn’t end here; they rub, pinch and can’t explain what.

Well, surprise surprise … here’s another game… come on gals lets spank these five chosen guys now… doesn’t matter if you even know them remotely. And the insanity of “the sane” people continues.

OK! Call me old fashioned, but I somehow I had difficulty digesting it. So, I puked it out here. Rest experienced janta can tell me if sophisticated modernized people behave this way.

Least we can do

26 Aug

It was another rainy Sunday afternoon; no one was home except a lethargic person deep in sleep (that would be me).

Doorbell rang

#pause

Rang again

I lifted my body off the bed; cursing the visitor I opened the door…

There were two guys, mid twenty, with folders in their hands and smile on their face. They were about to leave when I opened the door (Damn! Bad timing).

I thought they were neighbors, since we had never interacted, I asked to come in.

Well, as it turned out soon, they were wipro employees, volunteering for CRY.

Now, it doesn’t take a genius to understand why they were here.

donate_page

Before I go further, let me state a fact – “I m really bad at saying no, usually I can’t, specially to strangers”

So, they explained me the donation thing and all, and as I saw in the paper the donation amount was mentioned, reluctantly I chose the minimum amount, that was Rs. 1200.

Wrote them a cheque, filled the form, dedicated it to mom (they had some) and done.

Then they went to the next house and I was left cursing myself for giving donation after a salary reduction.

I got over the regret in few days, till today when came across this video through Facebook

And then this post,

We see things around us, think to do something and after some time just forget. That’s what happens almost all the time.

Well, then I received an email from CRY, to thank me for the gesture. And for the first time, I was glad that I wrote that cheque.

I really appreciate the work pulkit and samvedana guys are doing. I know most of us don’t have that much time or/and dedication to put in so much effort.

This is the LEAST WE CAN DO.

Empire State Building Suicide

9 Jul

She hung her gray cloth coat on the fence at 86th floor of the Empire-state, put down her pocketbook with several dollars and a make-up kit filled with family pictures.

She gave a last gaze to the note, letters were stroked out but still readable, “He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody”

She dropped the note and herself from the observation deck. Both of them came to rest at the same time, only the note was still at desk and her body was lying with serenity amidst the crumpled wreckage of UN limousine.

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Inspired by this picture actually,

0es_suicide

After jumping from the observation deck, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale plunged over 300 meters down Empire State Building and landed on the roof of a parked UN limousine.

PS : pic taken from here.

Strange Incident

28 Feb

Well, I was at the subway yesterday, enjoying “sub of the day”. And there were two school couples sitting at the table next to mine, chit chatting. There were 4 trays lying on their table, with all the leftover on it. After they were finished they got up and left.

 

After few seconds, entered a bit bulky white woman (i.e a non-indian). For all those who have not been to the Hi-tech City subway, it’s quit small place with only three tables there to sit at.

 

Anyways, to my surprise this white woman took all the four trays left by brown people, emptied them in the garbage collector and kept them on the tray panel. Then she occupied the place.

 

 

And I was left thinking … are we really modernizing?

 

 

 

(And also how good it would be, if our college will have a Subway: D)

 

 

PS: – 99th Post …

PS: — 10th post of this month …

PS: — Got tagged by karan, 101st is going to be on the same.

PS: —- song of the day: – I Will Always Love You – Whitney Houston

PS: —– 1 month left.

PS: —— It’s a Goodbye ps …