He drove the car as fast as possible... In one hand he had a glass, filled with whisky, water, just the way he liked it... i sat next to him, and watched him , in complete awe.. i mean, this man was driving the car as if it was his last day and on the other hand he drank like he wud never see whisky in his life.. i kept telling him "dude, go slow man"... he kept saying "ur a scared chick" "digusting piece of rotten plastic" "blooody absolutely no thrill in life" " u telugites" "half tamilian" " go fuck ur biriyani", and a lot more... i had this weird smile on my face while he glorified me. i kept thinking "wow, this is so cool!!!! im gonna die". The man drove faster, faster, faster and faster... my grandma once told me about how Hinduism had over 10000 gods... At that very moment, i remembered most of their names... my heart spoke to me, screamed at me for being in the car... i was never this scared before, except once when i was caught for peeing in my class, tat also with fear... oh god everything just co related then... i sat back, watched my life pass by me, while my friend drowned himself in whisky and my fear... i looked at him, the three friends behind me, who were a lil different from the driver.. they were drinking rum.... i looked at them and in my mind i said " goodbye friends" " meet u'll in someother lifetime".... as if my friend heard it, he replied "balls, we'r meeting this weekend"... i smiled , probably my last smile, and waited for the end...
he stopped the car, suddenly.. like "oh my god" suddenly... he looked at me.. i was as shocked as my mom was when i told her "ma im doing BBM".. he called out my name in his most sweetest slutty voice ... "SSSIIDD".. exactly tat way... i asked him if this was his kodak moment... he kept looking at me.. i also told him "listen we'r never doing it ok.. so forget it"... he asked me to come out.. i did.. i stepped out, while my other friends quietly joined me.. one of them said "are we dead".. the other one replied "dude we'r near nandi hills da".... i was like wow, its not exactly as exciting as it is to go to ooty, but i can manage... i stood there, under the most beautiful sky, with a few million stars all singing the same song that was now being played in his car... radio head... "no surprises".... he kept increasing the volume... and then suddenly, he went right upto the middle of the highway, and did something tat was close to traumatic.. he started dancing.. for a radiohead song.. they wud be ashamed to know tat they created a dance number atleast for one man on earth... i stood there, my feet stuck to the ground, laughing.. so loudly that it could be heard on top of nandi hills... i then looked at him... initially i thought it was aerobics, it eventually turned out to be thapankuthu.... so here i was with four guys... one's thinking he's dead, another thinks he's in love with a girl, the other one hasn't spoken a word since he puked the 12th time and finally the last guy, the driver guy as we called him, who has whisky in one hand, dancing thapankuthu to radiohead song, on the highway... ofcoz i joined in later, and the dancing went to a new low... we kept dancing... i looked at him and said "kevin, u bastard... u are the maddest, the most craziest man i have ever known".... he replied " and this shall be one of our craziest moments, and u will be remeber this always".. he almost completed his oscar sentence,when a truck came barging towards us.. we probably had 3 seconds to decide if we wanted to move to live, or to resemble orange marmalade stuck on the road... the five of us jumped, flew and got to the side.. saved.. alive.. breathing.. scared... i was silent... completely shaken up.. horrified.. the other three, absolutely stunned, wide eyed, panting... i could hardly stand.. i almost cried... such an uncomfortable feeling went thru my really big body... i suddenly remebered kevin.. he wasnt next to me... he liked the highway better.. the four of us stood there, while he was back to the highway ... dancing... he ssuddenly stopped dancing, and looked at us and said in the worst ever wannabe british accent" one more peg of whisky, please"... i couldnt help but laugh... he came up to me and said, "wat an opportunity it was dude... i cud have seen u dead, it wud have been so cool man"... i said "BASTARD"......
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
the man who dint spill me in the bathroom
it always happens to me... im almost never completely free in my head when i wanna describe my dad... i always end up thinking how to start, wat to write, wat i cud hide, what i would elaborate on and wat i shud surely skip.. its not like he's a celebrity. and hey, its not like he's the best dad in the world.. really? see i end up asking questions like this, which i will eventually never be able to answer.. this is all so confusing anyways.. so y write anything abt him.. anything abt a person who's just another father.. hardworking, crazy and really annoying at times.. im sure u wanna know... read on
many years back, without sounding to meryl streepish abt this, dad and i were riding back home... if i can remember, it was a rainy night.. he was riding his kinetic honda (its standing in my apartment even today)... we were on our way back home... he was slightly not well .. and i believed tat... the bike was unusually jerky... and plus the damned rain... i was drenced and needless to say my dad too was.. i felt cold and he tried really hard to make sure i wasn't getting wet.. i can tell him now he did a terrible job then... i felt terribly cold and sick... he kept riding, it kept raining... he rode the bike as fast as he could... i could say with the movement of the bike tat something terrible is gonna happen.. in a minute.. in a few seconds.. and then... i opened my eyes and it was dark... i could sense tat we had stopped riding the bike.. suddenly felt dad wasn't there next to me.. i flipped.. scared to my balls, i started screaming.. not tat i could see too much, but i could scream..i did.. and then suddenly someone pulls me up... it wasn't my dad i could tell by his touch... it was a strange man, who seemed to be drenched too.. u know how the rain can get everyone wet... i looked out for dad.. after a few seconds, when i was almost alive (mentally), i saw underneath.. we had falled into a ditch... there i was,, on top.. the bike under me and dad under the bike... he kept screaming... they pulled him out too... ofcoz a few minutes later... his favourite kinetic stood tall.. taller than him.. his leg hurt.. he stood there.. looked at me and asked me "ur ok right".. i could say he was crying.. i wondered then.. he immediately took me to the nearby hospital.. got me ok.. got himself ok.. all the way back he cried... he kept looking at the sky.. very dramatically...i asked him several times, why he was behaving so weirdly... he only said "im sorry"... and then i remembered the doctors question to my dad.. "how much did u drink Mr Raju"... my dad said nothin.. nor to the doctor or to me.. he never does..
as i grew up, i always wondered how that night happened.. i kept cursing my dad for taking such a big risk.. for risking my life as well.. even now, im thinkin y did he?... tat night was replicated many times... ofcoz without me.. he scaled thru accidents like it was his favorite pass time.. i never clearly understood how he survived each time.. many a times, he even laughed abt it.. i kept tellin myself and lot of other close friends tat he's cuckoo, tats y... he clearly wasnt't cuckoo... he was beyond tat... something in him loved this part... this process of getting hurt.. his way of risky lifestyle... i don promote it, but i can only stand today and clap.. thinkin abt all tat shit he went thru... he loved whisky.. he does still.. but now it cant conquer him.. cos he loves another form of high.. and tats called "PEACE"... when i see him now, i can tell he's resting.. he's peaceful.. oh how tat makes me jealous.. makes me remember every accident he met with, all the million litres of DSP tat went into him..and tat came out of him... in all this his sense of humor stood out.. i asked him once "dad arent u scared of dying?".. he replied "shut ur mouth and go have lunch.. there's chicken today"... i looked at him, and thought "aiyo"....
iv realized i love these things abt my dad.. im not too proud of it, really.. but if he wasnt like this, then i wudnt be like this too.. tats y he never scolds me at all.. for anything.. for nothing...he seems to agree everything i do.. be it my personal life, my professional life he has only one thing to say "its ur life, u screw it up, balls im paying for it...." I jus cannot tell u how i love that attitude of his.. its too hot... so many times i see him looking at his kinetic honda.. he touches it gently, and probably even talks to it (depeding on his intake)... he's totally absorbed with the surrounding these days.. he wants everything clean, prim and proper.. and a few years back he was the master of dirt.. just abt everything he wore would be missing the same day he wore them... iv seen him abuse and scream at my servant and at the same time fund her child's complete education.. he's never touched a cigarette and still he would stand at the gate and give advise to a chain smoker as to which brand is better to switch... he bought mutton from one shop for all his life and when tat shop closed down, he stopped buying mutton...
he's retired now.. he made ads for a living.. for a great living.. and eventually a very bad living.. a living.. and now it seems to be so easy to talk to him.. i can ask him anything, or talk to him abt anything... i can jus go on, but he'l have only one thing for me in reply.."silence".. and tats wat i want from him.. this is the same man who almost killed me a few years back.. and today i saw him play snake and ladders with my neighbors kid.. he obviously LOST the game to her... yet he smiled.. so much.....
many years back, without sounding to meryl streepish abt this, dad and i were riding back home... if i can remember, it was a rainy night.. he was riding his kinetic honda (its standing in my apartment even today)... we were on our way back home... he was slightly not well .. and i believed tat... the bike was unusually jerky... and plus the damned rain... i was drenced and needless to say my dad too was.. i felt cold and he tried really hard to make sure i wasn't getting wet.. i can tell him now he did a terrible job then... i felt terribly cold and sick... he kept riding, it kept raining... he rode the bike as fast as he could... i could say with the movement of the bike tat something terrible is gonna happen.. in a minute.. in a few seconds.. and then... i opened my eyes and it was dark... i could sense tat we had stopped riding the bike.. suddenly felt dad wasn't there next to me.. i flipped.. scared to my balls, i started screaming.. not tat i could see too much, but i could scream..i did.. and then suddenly someone pulls me up... it wasn't my dad i could tell by his touch... it was a strange man, who seemed to be drenched too.. u know how the rain can get everyone wet... i looked out for dad.. after a few seconds, when i was almost alive (mentally), i saw underneath.. we had falled into a ditch... there i was,, on top.. the bike under me and dad under the bike... he kept screaming... they pulled him out too... ofcoz a few minutes later... his favourite kinetic stood tall.. taller than him.. his leg hurt.. he stood there.. looked at me and asked me "ur ok right".. i could say he was crying.. i wondered then.. he immediately took me to the nearby hospital.. got me ok.. got himself ok.. all the way back he cried... he kept looking at the sky.. very dramatically...i asked him several times, why he was behaving so weirdly... he only said "im sorry"... and then i remembered the doctors question to my dad.. "how much did u drink Mr Raju"... my dad said nothin.. nor to the doctor or to me.. he never does..
as i grew up, i always wondered how that night happened.. i kept cursing my dad for taking such a big risk.. for risking my life as well.. even now, im thinkin y did he?... tat night was replicated many times... ofcoz without me.. he scaled thru accidents like it was his favorite pass time.. i never clearly understood how he survived each time.. many a times, he even laughed abt it.. i kept tellin myself and lot of other close friends tat he's cuckoo, tats y... he clearly wasnt't cuckoo... he was beyond tat... something in him loved this part... this process of getting hurt.. his way of risky lifestyle... i don promote it, but i can only stand today and clap.. thinkin abt all tat shit he went thru... he loved whisky.. he does still.. but now it cant conquer him.. cos he loves another form of high.. and tats called "PEACE"... when i see him now, i can tell he's resting.. he's peaceful.. oh how tat makes me jealous.. makes me remember every accident he met with, all the million litres of DSP tat went into him..and tat came out of him... in all this his sense of humor stood out.. i asked him once "dad arent u scared of dying?".. he replied "shut ur mouth and go have lunch.. there's chicken today"... i looked at him, and thought "aiyo"....
iv realized i love these things abt my dad.. im not too proud of it, really.. but if he wasnt like this, then i wudnt be like this too.. tats y he never scolds me at all.. for anything.. for nothing...he seems to agree everything i do.. be it my personal life, my professional life he has only one thing to say "its ur life, u screw it up, balls im paying for it...." I jus cannot tell u how i love that attitude of his.. its too hot... so many times i see him looking at his kinetic honda.. he touches it gently, and probably even talks to it (depeding on his intake)... he's totally absorbed with the surrounding these days.. he wants everything clean, prim and proper.. and a few years back he was the master of dirt.. just abt everything he wore would be missing the same day he wore them... iv seen him abuse and scream at my servant and at the same time fund her child's complete education.. he's never touched a cigarette and still he would stand at the gate and give advise to a chain smoker as to which brand is better to switch... he bought mutton from one shop for all his life and when tat shop closed down, he stopped buying mutton...
he's retired now.. he made ads for a living.. for a great living.. and eventually a very bad living.. a living.. and now it seems to be so easy to talk to him.. i can ask him anything, or talk to him abt anything... i can jus go on, but he'l have only one thing for me in reply.."silence".. and tats wat i want from him.. this is the same man who almost killed me a few years back.. and today i saw him play snake and ladders with my neighbors kid.. he obviously LOST the game to her... yet he smiled.. so much.....
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