(Not for the competition. Just for fun and variety. Enjoy)
“I love rain” I screamed and looked at the rain and the sky, releasing my hands from the brake.
10 seconds later…..
I saw myself sleeping on the road as if using the pavement as a pillow. A few metres away, the motorbike was sleeping with oil leaking out. Behind it was my friend Roshan, the poor soul who was seated behind me. He too laid flat on his tummy with his hands stretched. It looked as if he was taking blessings from the road divider. We discovered that we were lucky to be spared with minor bruises here and there.
Maintaining my posture, I shouted loudly- “ I love rain.”
He greeted me with stones and said- “ You and your stupid rain.”
“Sorry, the bike slipped and I couldn’t control.”
“Did you bribe to get your driving license?”
“Who said I have one?” I replied with a smile.
Anyway, before any trucks could run over us, we got up, lifted, started the bike and left. On his orders, I slipped to the back seat. It was me who had insisted on this ‘outing-when-it’s-raining’ concept. Hence I was the abuse receiver. Anyway, we continued. The ride was silent for a while.
I was loosing patience, so asked- “ Where are we heading to? Coffee Day right?”
“We would have been traveling to hell if a truck or something was behind us when we fell.” He corrected “sorry, when you made us fall.” He looked restless and said- “ We are heading straight to home where you will order for pizzas.”
“ Anything if you are paying.”
“I’m not paying. Who the hell needed this ride when it’s raining? It’s such a pain in the ass to ride on wet roads. You are paying. I hate rain.”
“Are you from Mars?”
I never get replies for such queries. Anyway, we rode along with silence. I felt like I was dancing. I mean, the way he rides the bike is above atrocious. If this guy had a driving license, what else could be more insulting for mother India?
Anyway,I was getting bored. To my left I saw a temple and asked him – “ Shall we go to the temple?”
“Don’t talk. I’ll take you directly to god if you do.”
In a weird way, I feel much closer to god when he’s riding than when I go to a temple. I resemble Gandhi-ji and I follow - "No violence. Only Silence.”, so dint tell him about my feelings.
After 15 minutes, we almost reached home, and he was turning the bike into the street like Rajnikanth.
And I shouted- “Look out you, idi………”
10 seconds later………….
I found myself sleeping on the road with the pavement as my pillow. A few metres away the bike was sleeping with the remaining oil leaking out. And Roshan was again taking blessings from the road divider.