One day with me......by 20C 0J6JJ4 A ten rupee note EPISODE IV

“Guru, I can understand why you were riding so rashly, but why didn’t you wear the helmet. You are on the way to meet your mom and don’t meet her with big bandages around your head. Where is your helmet?” asked the constable.

He pulled it from his bag and showed it up to the constable. The traffic constable asked him to wear it and then leave. With full enthusiasm, the young guy put his helmet on and also pushed us inside his back jeans pocket.

While we were being pushed inside his tight jeans, I heard the constable talking to his senior officer “Poor guy, seems his mom is ill…..”

I was confused for some time; on one hand that guy bought a cigarette and was smoking with a relaxed mind, now he is crying that his mom is admitted in the hospital. While I was trying to figure out the reason for it, I heard him raise his speed and crushing us again.

He was playing a song, Timberland-come around by MIA, in his mobile. His mobile was also in the same pocket with the purse. The rhythm of the song matched with our jerks over the seat. I really wanted to enjoy the bike ride but the jumps and jerks broke my boneless body into pieces. I wanted to jump out of his purse and fly somewhere on the road and settle down in dust. Even that would have been a great experience.

All of a sudden, I experienced a severe vibration all over us. With a “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….Grrrrrrrrrrr….Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” vibration, someone was calling him through his mobile. We were experiencing an earth quake inside the purse.

I expected him to slowdown the bike and receive the call, but his hands free cable sent him the caller’s voice. He was still riding the bike, when he received the call.

“Hi Jaan…”

“………………..”

“Yeah I know…..”

“………………..”

“I’ll be there in 10 mins…”

“………………..”

“I am on the way da…………”

“………………..”

“I’ll reach there and tell you na…..Suno….suno….”

He was silent after that and the song started playing again. I understood that he has cut the phone call. Within a second I realized the speed on which we were going doubled.......to be continued

One day with me......by 20C 0J6JJ4 A ten rupee note EPISODE III

I wondered why they were inside this guy’s pocket. Till date, I have been thinking, people usually have us, coins, photos of family or god or girl friends, credit cards, debit cards, ATM slips, visiting cards, driving licenses, pan card, voter’s ID, Grocery bill, band aids, condoms etc… However for the first time I saw a guy keeping a good number of bus tickets in his purse.

Later I understood those were his girl friend’s tickets. I also understand that it was not only tickets he was collecting in his purse. He had a few chocolates and chewing gum covers, rubber bands and many other things which he could accommodate in a place where had to keep my family.

I heard him start his bike and in a few seconds we were crushed between his ass and bike’s seat. Many instances, we found ourselves jumping along with him and again getting crushed back with the seat. It was quite clear; the guy was driving very rashly.

I was holding myself very tightly, while a “creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek” sound was heard. I knew that there was something which made this guy to stop his bike with a sudden brake. I got a bit of relief when he got down the bike’s seat.

With deep breaths, we heard him talking to someone, rather begging with someone. Sooner, I came to know that he was talking to a traffic police constable. He pulled me along with his purse, with his huge thumb and index finger he started pushing and pulling me left and right. He was searching for something, oh yeah! His driving license.

The constable had caught him for rash driving without a helmet. I knew it would happen but didn’t expect for that soon. I knew not how when all of a sudden the college student was bursting with tears. He was in tears begging for mercy from the constable.

“Sir, my mom is admitted in hospital, I need to go immediately, and I am terribly sorry for riding the bike so rashly……………” and so on……..to be continued.

One day with me......by 20C 0J6JJ4 A ten rupee note EPISODE II

I was in the middle of these stainless steel metal pieces, which actually were making a loud noise. I would have rather stayed inside a bank locker, taking all the dust without any adventure than in the small box. The box in which I stayed was opened once in a while, more guys were pushed in and a few were also taken out. I was yearning for my turn to jump out.
This time when the door opened, I was able to see the sun shining. It was dawn and the number of times the door opened increased, also was the figure or paper and stainless steel bodies, inside the box. Every now and then I was able to hear the sound of the shop keeper shouting at some young guys for not washing the glasses and plates neatly. I wondered why he had to scold the lads. I was told, at this age people will send their kids to school. Who knows, I may be in a wrong place.
I was waiting for my chance to get out when all of a sudden was dragged out of the box with my other cousins. I was in a single position, while many others were four folded; I was certain that they would have had a tough time between the steel guys.
We were straightened one after the other and counted. The shop keeper first licked his thumb and started counting from back to front. Luckily I was the last in my denomination to escape from his dirty thumb. After counting twice carefully we were handed over to another person in khaki. “Oh no! Not again in any auto rickshaw”.
The lean small fellow took us towards a Van. He again counted us twice and got into the vehicle, which was a milk van. Now I was inside his pocket with a lot more expectations. However, wasn’t able to think of anything because of this guy’s driving. I heard lot of honks before we reached the destination. Inside his pocket, we were dashing with each other whenever he applied sudden brakes.
He drove the vehicle into a big dairy farm’s garage. I was expecting him to hand us over to his cash manager who would tightly bind us in a plastic tape and send us into a locker. However, now I didn’t want to be inside a locker. He was not going to any cashier at that moment.
He walked outside the farm and crossed the road to reach a tiny shop. He took us out again and started counting. “Oh gosh!!! How many times will he do that”? He just took me out of the bundle and handed over to the shop keeper, saying “2 packets gutka”. Oh my god, I thought it was already banned outside. I moved to the shopkeeper’s hand and before I was put inside another steel box, I was used as a change to another customer a thin college student.
With smokes coming from his mouth, that small guy took me in his hands. He then kept me in a purse. This new shelter was different from the earlier one. I couldn’t find many of my relatives but was able to see many others in different colors.
These guys were thinner and smaller in size and had no much color on them, they were also not printed in two sides like, but all of them were in weak torn condition. While I was wondering who they were, one of the oldest guys among them said, that they were bus tickets……………………..to be continued…………….. Episode II