This is a very funny incident. To avoid any conflict or embarassment to anyone, no character will bear a name in this write up. Like the idea used by so many movie makers to sell better, let me also tell that "THIS IS A TRUE STORY".
During my school days, we used to go by cycle. We, means other girls friend characters and me. Everyday approx 5 Km ride I suppose one way. We had to manage gutsy winds, rash bus drivers, our skirt's positions, any time openable :) metal tiffin boxes inside our lunch bag hanging in handle bar, tire puncture, tube burst, neighbouring school's boy's comments and those elderly citizens who curse us for riding in parallel and blocking the road. Yet it was a pleasure and fun filled ride almost everyday.
Me and my friends used to discuss everything from breakfast that morning to rocket science. :) This wonderful commute had 2 ways. A regular route through main road or a short cut route through another area. In regular route we reach a point where I alone deviate first and other friends go in the other direction together. In the short cut route though, their homes comes first and I had to cross a long route alone in "their area" and reach my place. Due to scary bus drivers who always hated us because we once used "BUS PASSES" and crowded the bus and now "BLOCKED" the road in parallel riding, we used to take the short cut route.
It was in 10h, 11th std I guess. In that short cut route there was this guy. A very average guy. I was also a below average girl, so no offence meant. Our friends get that sadistic pleasure in making fun by pairing us with average looks guys. To feed their satisfaction, there was infact one mechanic guy who used to follow me everyday (my bad luck). Coming to this other guy - There was a talk among my friends that this guy is following someone in our group, but not sure whom. He was harmless, just waited at a specific place everyday, show signs of tension and anxiety as we approach and go away silently. But we all (around 5 to 6 girls) knew he was about to tell "something" to one in this group. As usual, because he was really average and I had the reputation of a mechanic following me, everyone decided that he is following me. I think this went for 2 to 3 weeks.
One day, suddenly this harmless guy seemed to have gained all confidence to come and speak. That day we as usual were coming in a group and this guy started his cycle as we crossed past him. We were in the short cut route and I was really scared if that guy would follow me after the point where I have to ride alone to my home. Extreme nervousness. My friends and I hush hushed and became very silent. Soon their point came and they all left with "be careful" and "all the best" messages.
My fears got almost confirmed when this guy continued following me past that place where my friends went the other way. With inputs from my friends, and my own thoughts I had mentally prepared what to answer for what ever he might utter. Some 20 answers were ready in my mind. This guy slowly started riding parallel to me and I was like "OMG, ride faster ..faster". Finally he broke the silence calling "aenga 1 nimisham" ("excuse me..jus a min)..With a red face, I yelled "WHATTTT" and still kept riding fast. That stupid guy was intent on increasing my BP I guess, he said "ungalta oru vishayam solanum" ("I want to tell u something").....I was almost about to faint and he said "na unga friend '------'a romba naala love panren, konjam avanga kitta enna pathi solreengala" ( " I am in love with one of your friends, can u pls tell about me to her").....
I was like......"VADA POCHE...."
All those fierce answers in my mind, went in thin air in a split second. LOL even when I think of this now. Shabbaa !!!!
During my school days, we used to go by cycle. We, means other girls friend characters and me. Everyday approx 5 Km ride I suppose one way. We had to manage gutsy winds, rash bus drivers, our skirt's positions, any time openable :) metal tiffin boxes inside our lunch bag hanging in handle bar, tire puncture, tube burst, neighbouring school's boy's comments and those elderly citizens who curse us for riding in parallel and blocking the road. Yet it was a pleasure and fun filled ride almost everyday.
Me and my friends used to discuss everything from breakfast that morning to rocket science. :) This wonderful commute had 2 ways. A regular route through main road or a short cut route through another area. In regular route we reach a point where I alone deviate first and other friends go in the other direction together. In the short cut route though, their homes comes first and I had to cross a long route alone in "their area" and reach my place. Due to scary bus drivers who always hated us because we once used "BUS PASSES" and crowded the bus and now "BLOCKED" the road in parallel riding, we used to take the short cut route.
It was in 10h, 11th std I guess. In that short cut route there was this guy. A very average guy. I was also a below average girl, so no offence meant. Our friends get that sadistic pleasure in making fun by pairing us with average looks guys. To feed their satisfaction, there was infact one mechanic guy who used to follow me everyday (my bad luck). Coming to this other guy - There was a talk among my friends that this guy is following someone in our group, but not sure whom. He was harmless, just waited at a specific place everyday, show signs of tension and anxiety as we approach and go away silently. But we all (around 5 to 6 girls) knew he was about to tell "something" to one in this group. As usual, because he was really average and I had the reputation of a mechanic following me, everyone decided that he is following me. I think this went for 2 to 3 weeks.
One day, suddenly this harmless guy seemed to have gained all confidence to come and speak. That day we as usual were coming in a group and this guy started his cycle as we crossed past him. We were in the short cut route and I was really scared if that guy would follow me after the point where I have to ride alone to my home. Extreme nervousness. My friends and I hush hushed and became very silent. Soon their point came and they all left with "be careful" and "all the best" messages.
My fears got almost confirmed when this guy continued following me past that place where my friends went the other way. With inputs from my friends, and my own thoughts I had mentally prepared what to answer for what ever he might utter. Some 20 answers were ready in my mind. This guy slowly started riding parallel to me and I was like "OMG, ride faster ..faster". Finally he broke the silence calling "aenga 1 nimisham" ("excuse me..jus a min)..With a red face, I yelled "WHATTTT" and still kept riding fast. That stupid guy was intent on increasing my BP I guess, he said "ungalta oru vishayam solanum" ("I want to tell u something").....I was almost about to faint and he said "na unga friend '------'a romba naala love panren, konjam avanga kitta enna pathi solreengala" ( " I am in love with one of your friends, can u pls tell about me to her").....
I was like......"VADA POCHE...."
All those fierce answers in my mind, went in thin air in a split second. LOL even when I think of this now. Shabbaa !!!!
