Saturday, December 03, 2005

What a ride !!

This one is really a mix of all sorts of things.

I have to give a presentation in Prof. Raju's (LOL) course. The time is around 10 o'clock. I find myself at the desired place (It was not the departmental committee room but a room on the first floor of a house somewhere distant.) Presentation's have started and suddenly I remember I haven't got the CD. Mine is due in 20 min. PANICK....
I don't have a cycle to go back and get the CD. Then I find one Abhinav (one junior elec dulla) right there but I don't know why he was there. He gives me his bike key and I rush down the stairs to get back.
Its a Bullet like bike. I start it up and then proceed.

INTERMISSION...

Now this is the first time that the hero's bike changes during the interval. I find myself riding on not a normal bike but some weird fantasy machine. Its a flat 3x3 piece of quilt that has a handle and wheels. On my way (well I forgot to say that since the presentation was not in the department so I too wasn't goin to the hostel.I was going home. Yippee!! I am an attachee now) I see dad in his car. I know now that I wud have to give my presentation right at the end since dad wud have locked up the house. Anyway I reach the place..well let me describe this place as well. I never knew before this that we lived in main Hazratganj (Lucknow's main shopping place).

I reach the Ganj crossing and it shows a red light. So I stop ( India has adopted a right side of the road drive system by then). The guy on the side selling magazines tells me not to leave the vehicle on the road as I was going to. So I lift it up in my hands and take it upstairs. Surprisingly, no one notices anything about the weird ride I am on.

The door is locked. Oh man!!!! Then I see someone coming up the stairs. It's dad. I quickly get in the house take the CD and...........

NOW WE HAVE A BREAK IN THE STORY....

Then again it resumes and instead of being in Ganj I am at my own house ready to go back. And oh my god the bike (LOL) isn't starting up. I then sit down and analyse its tiny engine. Its like a steel pipe that blows out fire from one end and some fuel gets pumped in from the other. I try a few times but in vain.

And then I wake up.....