The good, The bad and the ugly

The mighty and noble steed beneath him waited. The usually brimming power , abated for now. It waited for his bidding.

So i was waiting at this signal yesterday night near national theatre to cross Arcot road. Since the timer indicated it was gonna take a minute before it would be green i turned off my activa's engine.

He turned to the sound of a approaching quarry. It was a party of 2- an enchanting damsel seated aside a hideous and petulant person, who he immediately classified as his nemesis, sitting astride their powerful steed.As they drew abreast, the alluring lassie smiled at him. What a beautiful smile it was. It sent shivers of pure joy down his spine.

 
A college going couple came up beside me seated on a pulsar 200 DTS-i. The girl was cute and the guy was er.. not . She gave me a small smile. Made my day i tell you !

His nemesis glared at him acknowledging that the damsel's smile was indeed a sign of affection and that it had caused him a twinge of jealousy that he could not suppress.His eyes seemed to throw down the gauntlet in a age old masculine challenge of speed. 

Mano e mano. "Yes" his own eyes indicated "I agree".

That pissed the guy off and for some reason he kept revving up his engine just to show his dis pleasure. I hate these petrol wasters i tell you. Boil my blood ,these blighters do.

And they were off ! For a split second his nemesis drew ahead by the smallest fraction.But he cajoled his steed. "Come on you can do it" he said ,no URGED it. Adrenalin rushed through his veins. Muscles strained, body taunt like a string. 

And now he was  fast gaining on his nemesis.

The light turned green and that guy cut me off and zoomed ahead. Now normally i would mentally curse dick heads like him (present in all parts of the world i may add)  and let the matter go. But i was in a REALLY bad mood that day so in a moment of testosterone fuelled rage i took off after him ...

They both were abreast. From the corner of his eye he could see his nemesis frustrated at not being able to go ahead despite having a more powerful steed. But he knew. It was all down due one thing. Determination.And willpower.

I caught up with that guy and i could tell it pissed the hell out of him that my activa could catch AND keep up with his pulsar. I wanted to stick out my tongue at him and go "nyah nyah" , but at 70 kmph i didn't think it would be such a good idea. I am a safe driver if nothing else you see....

And then he crossed the line. His nemesis crossed just fraction of a second later cursing and literally spitting bile. The euphoria that coursed through his body had never been sweeter nor more justified. He had stood up for himself and he was  still standing, without any scratches on his visage or his noble,wonderful steed's and with his self respect intact.

I reached my flats so i pulled in and he passed by a split second later. And from his face i could see he wasn't pleased. The type of face you would say to: "Don't get your knickers in a bunch mate". But i didn't give a rat's ass as to what he felt. I was secretly relieved that i didn't scratch my mum's new activa in all that racing. She is always telling how my rash (hah!) driving will damage it one day. *sigh* if only she appreciated my driving skills a bit more......

But alas ! the joy was short lived for in his euphoria induced daze he could not see where he headed.

And then tragedy struck.

I was inside my flats , in the parking lot and lost in the thoughts of the cute girl's smile i didn't see the parked car.









My mum says after 3 years she will re consider my ban on driving.



Disclaimer: The author wishes to state that no activas were damaged (Atleast not severely) in the making of this story.

uh huh --->;