There was an excitement in the hostel, usually that’s there on almost every Friday, a general euphoria. It was a Friday and we were looking for some new releases and to hit FR… the Fun Republic Cinema….
Tolu barged into my room, helmet already on his head. “Oye CR, chal kake jaldi kar... abhi tickets bhi lene hai jake…,” he said restlessly walking around in my room.
“I don’t feel like going for a movie today… mood nahi kar raha bhai,” I said.
“abe ye kya bakwas hai, stop being an a**… aur jaldi kar,” he said.
“Nahi bhai seriously, don’t feel like going, anyway konsi movie ka plan hai tum logo ka,” I said, trying hard to look convincing.
“are yaar koi documentary type movie hai… Black Friday …. aur tum logo se matlab….? tu bhi to chal raha hai..” Tolu Said.
“Nahi bhai.. abe agar jana hota to nakhra nahi karta....” I said.
“Abe ye kya bawkas hai yaar CR,” he screamed.
Well guys, before if u start churning your grey matter and start assigning meanings to the word CR, I would like to tell you, unless of course if you already know it, I got this name for the short of Class Representative, really…. Well, atleast that’s what I believe….
Just as Tolu was about to say something, Taran and Gabbar came in, helmets in their hands. Kya hua CR, asked Taran. And I explained that I simply don’t feel like going. I noticed, Gabbar was looking sober…. very unusual for a Friday evening.
“Kya hua Singh saab,” I asked. Well it turned out that once again someone had stolen his chaddi, after he hanged it outside his room after taking a bath, and he was not too pleased about that.
“Saale kisi canteen boy ne hi churai hai..,” he said.
“Yaar teri chaadi kyo curayenge vo... kisko aayege.. What will they do of it, if they have assumingly stolen it?” I asked.
“agar unhone teri chaddi pehni to upar se belt lagane padegi, they will have to put a belt over it… I think vo log teri chaddi ko kat kar 2-3 chaddi banate hai yaar” Taran said and we all burst out in laughter.
“Kya yaar, f*** ho gaya” Tolu mimicked Gabbar with his pet phrase. I guess that wasn’t the best way to placate Gabbar and his looks told it all, which could be best described as of a person who has constipation for last 3-4 days….
Anyhow, they all started out for the FR. What to say… destiny, fate, or as Paulo Coelho said in Alchemist…. Maktub “it’s written”, whatever it was…. Because as usual, I was supposed to be riding with Tolu on his bike…
I got my first real six-string….. Bought it at the five-and-dime,
Tolu barged into my room, helmet already on his head. “Oye CR, chal kake jaldi kar... abhi tickets bhi lene hai jake…,” he said restlessly walking around in my room.
“I don’t feel like going for a movie today… mood nahi kar raha bhai,” I said.
“abe ye kya bakwas hai, stop being an a**… aur jaldi kar,” he said.
“Nahi bhai seriously, don’t feel like going, anyway konsi movie ka plan hai tum logo ka,” I said, trying hard to look convincing.
“are yaar koi documentary type movie hai… Black Friday …. aur tum logo se matlab….? tu bhi to chal raha hai..” Tolu Said.
“Nahi bhai.. abe agar jana hota to nakhra nahi karta....” I said.
“Abe ye kya bawkas hai yaar CR,” he screamed.
Well guys, before if u start churning your grey matter and start assigning meanings to the word CR, I would like to tell you, unless of course if you already know it, I got this name for the short of Class Representative, really…. Well, atleast that’s what I believe….
Just as Tolu was about to say something, Taran and Gabbar came in, helmets in their hands. Kya hua CR, asked Taran. And I explained that I simply don’t feel like going. I noticed, Gabbar was looking sober…. very unusual for a Friday evening.
“Kya hua Singh saab,” I asked. Well it turned out that once again someone had stolen his chaddi, after he hanged it outside his room after taking a bath, and he was not too pleased about that.
“Saale kisi canteen boy ne hi churai hai..,” he said.
“Yaar teri chaadi kyo curayenge vo... kisko aayege.. What will they do of it, if they have assumingly stolen it?” I asked.
“agar unhone teri chaddi pehni to upar se belt lagane padegi, they will have to put a belt over it… I think vo log teri chaddi ko kat kar 2-3 chaddi banate hai yaar” Taran said and we all burst out in laughter.
“Kya yaar, f*** ho gaya” Tolu mimicked Gabbar with his pet phrase. I guess that wasn’t the best way to placate Gabbar and his looks told it all, which could be best described as of a person who has constipation for last 3-4 days….
Anyhow, they all started out for the FR. What to say… destiny, fate, or as Paulo Coelho said in Alchemist…. Maktub “it’s written”, whatever it was…. Because as usual, I was supposed to be riding with Tolu on his bike…
I got my first real six-string….. Bought it at the five-and-dime,
Played 'til my fingers bled….. It was summer of '69…......
My phone was ringing… Taran’s call…
“Kya hua badi jaldi movie khatam ho gayi… or u didn’t get d tickets?” I asked.
“Nope, we are toying tolu’s bike to a mechanic, just left Tolu at the clinic, Nitin is with him,” Taran said.
What………?
The story unfolded like this:
As they were speeding through the Madhya Marg to FR, a car speedily overtook Taran’s bike. The car wala…. Poor chap…. how could he have known that Tolu aka ghost rider was also there… on his mean machine….
Tolu looked at him, his eyes saying it all to the car driver… u wanna race, aa saale, how u dare overtook my buddy….
Adrenaline rushed in his body…. Blood rushing to his hands and legs, sucking extra blood from his brain and draining it out….….
His wrist tightened and turned, putting the bike in top acceleration. I reckon the car wala accepted the challenge… so they had a race onnnnn….
Ever heard of tunnel vision? That’s when suddenly everything seems to fade away, time slows down, and you see only on what u are concentrating on… I guess Tolu had it… well that’s one of the possibilities, or he was simply out of his mind due to lack of blood supply to his brain….
The car suddenly turned, moved in a semi-circular way and sped away…. Why did it turn? Before Tolu could realize, it was there…. a roundabout… I don’t know what was on Ghost rider’s mind…. Was the roundabout supposed to vanish or part in middle to give way…. I guess it hadn’t heard of Ghost rider… so it didn’t move.
Tolu crashed into concrete boundary of the roundabout… head-on.. The impact was so much that Gabbar went flying over Tolu’s head, taking all his 100 Kgs with him, and landed in the middle of roundabout…. Gabber’s first experience of weightlessness…
I guess Amit was destined to fly that day… if not one then other… and they say wats in the name…..?
They all went looking for Black Friday and got one, didn’t they......?
My phone was ringing… Taran’s call…
“Kya hua badi jaldi movie khatam ho gayi… or u didn’t get d tickets?” I asked.
“Nope, we are toying tolu’s bike to a mechanic, just left Tolu at the clinic, Nitin is with him,” Taran said.
What………?
The story unfolded like this:
As they were speeding through the Madhya Marg to FR, a car speedily overtook Taran’s bike. The car wala…. Poor chap…. how could he have known that Tolu aka ghost rider was also there… on his mean machine….
Tolu looked at him, his eyes saying it all to the car driver… u wanna race, aa saale, how u dare overtook my buddy….
Adrenaline rushed in his body…. Blood rushing to his hands and legs, sucking extra blood from his brain and draining it out….….
His wrist tightened and turned, putting the bike in top acceleration. I reckon the car wala accepted the challenge… so they had a race onnnnn….
Ever heard of tunnel vision? That’s when suddenly everything seems to fade away, time slows down, and you see only on what u are concentrating on… I guess Tolu had it… well that’s one of the possibilities, or he was simply out of his mind due to lack of blood supply to his brain….
The car suddenly turned, moved in a semi-circular way and sped away…. Why did it turn? Before Tolu could realize, it was there…. a roundabout… I don’t know what was on Ghost rider’s mind…. Was the roundabout supposed to vanish or part in middle to give way…. I guess it hadn’t heard of Ghost rider… so it didn’t move.
Tolu crashed into concrete boundary of the roundabout… head-on.. The impact was so much that Gabbar went flying over Tolu’s head, taking all his 100 Kgs with him, and landed in the middle of roundabout…. Gabber’s first experience of weightlessness…
I guess Amit was destined to fly that day… if not one then other… and they say wats in the name…..?
They all went looking for Black Friday and got one, didn’t they......?
PS: By the way, Gabbar's name for the records is also Amit.
