The First Hand Experience!

Let me tell you guys, that before writing this blog, I sat in front of the screen, staring blankly at it for 10 minutes, because I had completely forgotten what I wanted to pen down. But anyway, it's been long since I have paid a visit to my blog, and I don't think it missed my pathetic articles very much. Please, also bear with me my non existent readers, as I am writing after a long time, the post will be awful.

Well let's begin then. I was traveling to my institute this morning, I was late, so I jumped the last red light, and surprise surprise, some 'mamus' were waiting for me at the other end of the road. The two of them spread out their arms on the narrow road, and well it was too late to take a U-turn. He took out my keys, ad asked me to park the bike on the side. He asked for my RC, I had none. He asked for my license, I am under-aged. He asked me why I was not wearing the helmet, "errmm", I replied. Why did I jump the red light? Ditto answer. I knew I was ducked now. So humiliating, all the girls going to the institute were giggling, some guys even stopped to inquire. I had jumped many red lights before, I never do wear a helmet. I don't even have a learner's license. I had come close to being caught before, but I had always evaded them. So many mixed emotions were brewing inside me, the great legend of Kunwar Khurana, who had never been caught, was coming to an end! I could not take it. Just as I thought all hope was lost, and reached for my mobile to call home because they were about to keep my vehicle for under-age driving, I felt something extremely divine in my pockets. The moment was a moment of enlightenment, of providential knowledge! A hundred rupee note! I was being rescued by GOD himself. I took out that almighty weapon and flashed it to the traffic cop. He eyed me as if I was demented. "Court aana hai kya?", he asked me indifferently. But I knew only too well. The battle between the immortal legend and the cop was already decided. "Jama karni hai to karlo sir, lekin uska koi faida to hai nahi aapko. Dekh lo, aapki marzi." I dealt him the final blow. He handed me the keys and left me poorer. I didn't mind though. With moral values like mine, I didn't mind a little bribing to save myself. I reached the institute within time. "Chor diya Thulle ne?", a girl asked me. I stylishly pulled out another hundred rupee note from my capris, put it back, gave her an all knowing look, went back and sat with my friends, grinning. The illusioned mind telling me stories about the girl being impressed.