A Dark Hour.... Pt. 2

So, after recieving the much expected comments over my last blog, I'm Back.... with the second part to it... as I see many are waiting to know what happened next... so here it is...
The start of 'The Dark Hour'....


As the guy is hit by the car in his vague attempt to avoid it, the scene in itself was so horrific that it still causes goosebumps whenever the 3 of us (me, Kani and Chaya) are reminded of it. I still remember seeing that Kani had her mouth covered tight with her hands seeing the car's unexpected reaction to her intention of stopping it, and still a squeal managed to escape her throat as Chaya is at the backseat with eyes wide in shock and both their skins as white as a marble... and me sitting at the passenger's seat pulling on to the steering wheel as if that will stop the car.


Eventually, the car stops turning to its left any further and the engine stops. Seeing the guy falling on the right side of the car with car moving ahead of him, the first thought i have in mind is that we are successful in killing a person finally, thanks to my stupid desire of teaching them how to drive on MY CAR....

As you see my car did not have any horns... no not the ones you find on animals... the car's horns were not working, as good as not having them at all; and then the breaks had betrayed me a lot in the past too....
adding to that my decision of teaching them in a block of more than 10 houses around us would actually cause such a major catastrophie.... no one could imagine it in their wildest nightmares..!

(ofcourse a lot of people after getting to know of the incident pin-pointed at the decision.... damn them!! )

So as soon as the car stops, the other 3 guys come towards the car with the intention of killing the hell out of the driver, and I thanked God it was Kani... (not because they would not beat me, but because seeing a female... they just verbally shouted... something i was happy to compromise with at the time... )

I try to open my side of the door only to realize the reason for our car to stop...

We had hit another car on the left side... smashing its driver's seat door...!!
And dear Lord..!! Was it smashed or what...!!

Enters the devil's advocate...


Then came an uncle who owned the house to which the car belonged and he straightaway takes out the keys... all the while making me realize the deep trouble me and especially Kani are in... and chances of escaping close to being none...


Then Kani and Chaya exit the car, me finally able to get out of the confines of the car trap... and first thing I look out for is ..If.. my fears have been true in any sort of way...

I sigh a relief to find the person just lying on the nearby bench, breathing and most importantly with no signs of blood... except for, just a scratch on the arm, that too due to the fall on the road... Apart from a concussion on the leg... miraculously nothing else damage to him from being hit by the car..!

As he was writhing in pain, I apologize for the accident to the other 3 who charged at us (just verbally..) and try and explain them that nothing was actually intended but just a mistake which did not quite them but still did lower the anger in their voice..

Seeing the drama, slowly a swarm of 20 people surround us on the road which did not give me a very good feeling...

Just about then somebody shouts... " Dial 100... call the police!!"...
and I swear at him silently... ' Damn you !@^$&%*?^! '

The uncle who snatched the keys... I tell him that my fraternal uncle lives just on the other side of the neighborhood.... and he assures me that he recognized me the very instant inside the car... and shouts away at the police lover and scares him off...
(amazing me at his guts... also inducing the uncertainty of the danger ahead...)

Also as the hurted guy stands up and is able to walk... this uncle joins me in consoling the four guys and hovers them away from the scene too....

One of the 3 guys replies... ' Its okay with us now... and you may return their keys... '
To which the goody-good uncle replies.... ' They smashed my car... I have to deal with that too... you people go... '

With this my fear of being wretched returns, the smiles on Kani's and Chaya's faces, which returned by seeing the hitted guy walk away, fades away too as they see the damage... And yet again I call upon God to get us out as soon as possible with little damage and also hoping that the 'good-uptil-now-uncle' would not turn 'not-so-good-anymore' ... which i knew would eventually be.

My nervousness increases when I realize that the house we're infront of has a small shop on which stood a hoarding which read ...

' Legal papers, Affidavit, etc etc... contact: Lawyer (XYZ) Singh ' ...

Now I start cursing and swearing at my incredible fate furiously... also being all the more nervous... seeing which the Mr. Lawyer Singh comforts me saying...
' Nothing to worry... Mistakes happen... this will be solved out too.... '

' Yeah Right.. it will be.. waiting for you to quote the price Mr. Lawyer.. '
* I think and shiver also experiencing the mixed feeling of being nervous while being furious at myself *

And then comes another voice.... " Lawyer saab... you don't have to worry... I'm the witness... I saw everything... I'll be there if you need me... "

My eyes immidiately drift towards the source only to find a half naked retired man standing in his balcony. I just try to Zap him with my LAZER EYES..!!

Hell, nothing that I wished for was working right now..!!

Lawyer Singh pacified him for us too... and once again asks me not to worry..
" Till I'm here.. no one else can even cast an eye on you.. "

' Right agian... no one else..!! And what about you sir... what you looking out for... bait us out to fry the big fish (read BiG Gandhi notes..).. ?? ' ...
* still I just think and must have turned pale, but maintaining my calm *

One look over Kani and I forget my worries because she's in deeper trouble than me... If my folks get to know of it... at most I'll be disowned by my family... in the least I will be scraped off of all my liberties...

But Kani did not have a driver's license, not even a learner's one... and she can be jailed for it if this Mr. Lawyer grows onto his greed or one of these suddenly sprouting patriots might actually report to the police...

Or worst still... getting to know about this by her folks will be darker for her than for me by my parents reaction...

Also then the psychological factor that will handicap her mentality to learn driving ever again because of the first bad experience....

Time: 5:30 on 3rd of Oct '08...

A Dark Hour....

Many a times in our life, most of us come across certain situations that make a great impact on our lives: sometimes good and sometimes bad; sometimes temporarily and sometimes - unfortunately (or fortunately) - for the whole life. How fortunate having the impact depends upon whether the impact was to be cherished or is to be -- Loathed..!!

In this small insignificant (..so far..) life of mine, a lot of these situations have been dawned upon me by the so called Mr. Fate - who makes its presence felt all the time and disappears when needed the most - and according to me, the good time is not any good luck but a blessing from GOD... and the Dark Hours or the bad times are not just any bad luck but just a passing 'Phase of Life'.

Since my last post, in an attempt to revive my newly found passion for writing, I got to encounter another one of these 'Phases of Life'... but so intense in its own, any other 'Dark Hours' so far, that it seems to have created a great impact... not only in just my case... but with everyone who was involved in it.

The biggest question here is: whether one should be relieved of the outcome or one should be regretting over one's own incapability to handle the situation in anyway near to humanity..??
(To think, this one question has had my brain storming with thoughts to such an intense that it almost popped one of my head nerves causing me to faint -- luckily enough no one knows about it, of course apart from those who will read this :-p )

* Well, do not jump off your seats just yet, the mystery of this 'Dark Hour' will be out soon *

Friday, 3rd Oct 2008: Yet another normal morning, with me getting up late as usual for college (as the whole night was spent thinking about something to write :-P )... and seeing that there is no hope I'll be making it on time (usual again), I start with my getting ready routine with my usual turtle pace - and luckily enough make to college for the last lecture of the day before 1 pm... and gladly enough (as usual like always), that was canceled too!

* You should get the idea how my everyday is a usual routine *

Hence, to make a change in this habitualness of everyday routine I decided to do something totally out of the way. Me, Abhi and Kani went to Tilak Nagar for some college work and had 'Gol Gappe' instead. ( No that is not the out of the way decision).

The thing was, on the way back, I persuaded Kani to be learning how to drive on my car later that evening. (She was reluctant but I have learnt how to - to some extent - have my way with the girls :-p .. though sadly, to a very small extent )

So later that evening, Kani broke her shoe and while she was getting it repaired, I thought to try teaching Chaya instead in the meanwhile, who was very much eager and jumped in excitement over my suggestion :-p ...

1st mistake : I take her to a nearby block of houses, behind my uncle's house - instead of an open area with no fear of traffic - and on a desserted lane start off with her lessons.

With a few odd first time mistakes she is able to pick up the trick and I let her drive for few metres before calling it off for the day. Happy with the progress on the first day, we decide being regular on it, but that she would have to pay for the petrol of course :-p ...

After this being said and done, I pick-up Kani and Abhi from college back to the same driving area.

2nd mistake: And so the lessons of driving with Kani start and after explaining a bit of my basics to her she is brilliantly able to pick up the trick in just one go. At this, Abhi tries and explains me that she needs to know the real basics first, but I insist that 'lemme have it my way'.

And it so happens that after Kani puts the car into the gear and accelerates and drives for about 120 mtrs with just a little help of mine in steering the car she reaches the end of the block and is required to make a left turn. As she is making the left turn, I see 4 boys right infront of the car...!! And I shout : ...BREAK...!!!

Kani presses her foot with all her might and force, just upon the accelerator!

The car engine growls and charges down at the guys!

I immidiately pull the handbrake but because of the momentum of the car making it of no use, I turn the wheel to its extreme left as much as it can turn.

Result: The guy on the extreme left is swept off his feet and is carried along with the car...!!

(End of part 1... to be continued ... :-p)

Books That Wrote Something.....

Today, the 28th of Sept 2008 at sometime around 1400hrs ...(or 02:00 PM for those who are not used to the 24hrs time format :-p )... I was traveling by Metro, coming back from my MCA coaching class with my friend Divya... and it so happens that in front of us is a girl... (for guys interested in this... she wasn't much pretty with face... but had a decent figure :-p )... and she was reading a novel.

As with the constant metro announcement that irks every single nerve attached to your ear, one would have had problems concentrating reading, and this girl was no exception.
In an attempt to focus she was mumbling what ever she was reading, and Divya pointed it out to me and said ... ' It looks as if she is trying to cram the whole novel.' Observing now at the girl more keenly, i noticed that the novel was none other than the famous Indian best seller...
' Five Point Someone ' ... by Chetan Bhagat (An IITian and an IIM-A qualified high intellectual brain gifted person for whom India can be proud of).

Well, just a glance at the book and all the deep down buried memories came flashing back in an instant... though oddly this time, instead of a depressing abominable null passing over me, an urge to write the story behind it grabbed me, and so, i could not just resist having my new post about this. I thought of posting something else before this, but now i guess this will be it...

I had always had passion for reading, and with the discovery of various novels (mostly mystery) in my school library, it very soon became my biggest hobby for any and all times. The ones of Agatha Christie put me on the track to observe people of their nature and characteristics and observe things keenly. Finding myself successful in analyzing the situations correctly, i knew that a new part in me was carved with the help of...
'The Marvels of Agatha Christie' ....

And so, in this post, I will write about... ' The Books That Wrote Something in My Life '....

Hmmm... 19th Sept 2006: I remember this day as it is the b'day of my school friend whom I kinda liked, and the same year we had just entered college, she outside delhi and me in delhi starting with my BCA.

1st event of the day to change my life...

As my friend was out of Delhi, still I planned to call at her home number to wish her in hope that maybe she will be there for the occasion. Alas, that was not to be. And the call is recieved by her Mum! ... :-p

After a bit of introduction for a few good minutes, the common interrogation starts..
Her Mum: ' So where you taken admission?? What are you doing? '

Me: 'Well I'm doing BCA, Auntie! From IP Univ. '

Her Mum: (with a common curiosity & disgusting tone) : 'BCA!! What did you have in 12th? Commerce without maths?' ..
(commerce without maths was for the lowest graded students of school)

Me (with a taken aback expression) : 'No auntie!! I was in your daughter's class only. I was a non-med computer science student. Had scored good in 10th to acquire it easily.'
( saying last two lines with a certain pride, with also trying to impress her mom ... :-p ) ... sadly that wasn't to be either..

Her Mum(with even more exasperated disgust) : 'Then why are you doing BCA?'

Me (with helpless silent indignation) : 'Could not make it to any engineering college auntie. Did not prepare well for them... '

Ahh... cannot write any further about the silent tele-communicated (s)laughter of my feel-good factor to make it to a college. You probably get the idea...!!

2nd event of the day to change my life....

Well it was night actually. At 11:00 PM i start reading the novel.. 'Five Point Someone'.. first few pages of introduction so well written to grab my attention to such a level that, I got my eyes off the book only after finishing the last page... and did not bat an eyelid in between...!!

The story of 3 guys, making it to the prestigious IIT, uncertain, unaware, insecure, (etc etc..) as they enter college. Mess up with life just in the rebel against the education system and in an attempt to try and be someone that they were not to be. After the tragic failure of the 'fool-proof' plan and the mishap in the episode of the heavenly love story (which anyone would dream to have.. ).. the book, the story..everything... shook me to my core...

Already i was worked up completely for not making to an engineering college, and a book based on IITian grounds was exactly what i needed to add depth to the enormity of the situation. I'll be honest... I did not sleep for the next 3 nights...

I realized the 1st mistake that I made in life: Its always fun to be enjoying the present moment without thinking of the future... but what I forgot was, even though living the present.. one should not forget the dreams one sees to accomplish in life. Thinking too much of the future is harmful, but not thinking at all can be fatal. Never should anyone oscillate between the extremes of uncertainty. That there is a thin line differentiating between the desire and the reality, and anyone misjudging in between them will end up in a fall face down.

I realized that i had not only played with my future, but along with it shattered the faith, hope and dreams that were seen by so many of my family members, especially my grand parents. And then saw that i have a chance to make up for it in my upcoming college life and yet again the same competent situation of post-grad. And made sure that this time the experience of failure is not repeated... And so started the B.E.A.U.T.ful college life, with everyday being a new experience and a new lesson with a new perspective....

Amazing as it was, that a simple book could actually make me think wonders in just an overnight. It is said that enlightenment is like a flash which could appear in less than a fraction of a second.. though it took me from 11:00pm to 5:00am next day... :-p
I do not know if it was the result of damage to my brain caused by 3 sleepless days and nights... but all that i knew was that..
'This Book Wrote Something In My Life To Remain Forever.... '

(End of Part 1... to be contd....)

Love For The Langauge.....

... 'Amour pour la langue' ...

A title ...which means the same as the ' Post's Title ' in French...
I thought of keeping it just about now ....
but then dropped the idea, as for my promise in my last blog, this is not the blog dedicated to French.

This will be a short blog (hopefully :-p ) which i write to express my love in general for any language that i know, and every other language.

Lately a common use of slang is in practice by today's youth,
(apparently copied from the West, as is the trend with our movies.. :-p )...
So i thought to comment something upon it just about now.

It causes me immense displeasure, I don't know why, when people make the use of slang in their speech and in their Text messages.

For I believe, that the identity of any language is in its purity of words, grammar with the correct punctuation. Hence, abiding by this principle of mine I do pledge to post my blogs in the purest form of language that I write in, whether people who take pain to read them find me old-fashioned, prude, orthodox, or even.... DUMB...!!

The common form of slang that any of us normally come across are the use of:

• 'Ma' instead of 'My' , 'Mine', etc.
• Eating out the last alphabet of most of the words to reduce the pain to write.
• 'r bttr stll tng t ll th vwls frm ll th wrds sd n th sttmnt' .. which means --> 'Or better still eating out all the vowels from all the words used in the statement' .. :-p

• The most insane slang i came across was when a guy used the phonetic word .. 'umm' .. which symbolises the action.. 1) person tasting food.. 2) person in deep thought.. 3) or a person highly sexcited.. anyways coming back to the point... this 'cool dude' used the word... 'umm'.. ' I am '.

I mean just imagine you ask someone .. ' How are you? ' .. and they reply... ' Ummmmm...!! .. gud ' ... :-p ... normal maybe for u... but insanely idiotically funny for me ...

• N finly, eatng out sum f d alphabts 4m d wrds 2 mk it shrt enuf 2 fit in 1 txt msg... Though acceptable...
  

but what irritates me the most is the use of .. ' F ' .. instead .. ' OF '...
I mean everyone knows what the 'F' word means... :-p .. imagine that being reminded to you everytime you see it while reading the text.... changing it into a whole vulgar meaning ... :-p

'Hi! Cud u jst retrn me 1 F the thing i gav u?? ' ..... yet again.. funny... !! .. :-p


Though, you will notice the immense use of French phrases in my posts, and might call it my flaunting of the language.. well I do admit that I will flaunt... but not the knowledge...
But my ...... ' Amour Pour La Langue... '

À Mes Grands Parents....

From a long time i had been having this urge to start writing something of my own, but as with the laziness ( :-p ) , and probably more because of the fact that there is a deep ocean of thoughts that i am fully immersed in, could never decide from where to start.

But today i just made up my mind to at least start off with something, and slowly but steadily clear my mind of all the shackles of thoughts and dreams that were never poured out.. or not even ever realized...!!!

As my first blog, I would love to dedicate it and show my immense gratitude and respect (though expressed rarely).... towards the two most beautiful human beings, without whom i could not be anything that I'm today...... To my Grand Parents...!!

Most of what I type in my upcoming blogs, I believe, will mostly be something that i've inherited from my grand father, describing whom with words will be insulting the magnitude of respect I've always had for him... and also my grand mother, who has been really close and caring towards me since childhood, and has supported me all my life.

People talk of believing in God even when they say they havent seen him/her (I'm no chauvinist y nature :-p ) .
I, on the other hand, claim to be living with the 2 person who are above the Almighty for me....

Hence, my first ever blog..... to Maaji and Daddy.... :-D ...

P.S.: The title is in French, meaning... 'To My Grand Parents'... Only recently I've fallen in love with this language, so many of the phrases i use might also be from French.
These is a whole story behind this liking, and I promise to dedicate one blog to that too..