My burgundy Alto car is my lifeline.I depend on it for a lot many things. Just as it is dear to me, it causes me a lot of consternation too.
The other day I was out to buy a few things. I parked it by the side of the road and walked across to the shop.
The other day I was out to buy a few things. I parked it by the side of the road and walked across to the shop.
After a few minutes I returned and tried to open the door but it wouldnt budge. I tried a few more times and suddenly I felt may be the car isnt mine.I looked for the tell tale signs-same colour, same seat cover, the very same small idol of ganesha stuck in the front and even my pink hankie was lying on the seat!!!
I looked around desperately and just behind me were two autorickshaw drivers as if waiting to be called.
I looked around desperately and just behind me were two autorickshaw drivers as if waiting to be called.
I said "Chetta, the car doesnt seem to open, could you please help me?" Immediately one guy retorted "The key must have reached its expiry date. Only yesterday we helped a lady open her car."
Safe in the knowledge that I was with experts I let them do their job. I didnt know that even keys had expiry dates!!!!! Soon one of them ran to the mechanic shop opposite the road and got a scale and an axo blade. They removed the reaper of the window and inserted the scale through the gap and began to work at it furiously
.. As I was watching them, I decided to call my husband. I was explaining to him about my predicament and the key's expiry date whan he barked at me and asked me to check its number.
Hearing him shout gave me back my sense, I guess. And as I bent down to check I realized to my utter horror that it was a different car . I began to sweat profusely and looked at the guys working on the car in gay abandon and bluttered "Chetta car maarienna thonnunne".
They looked at me dumbstruck for a second as if seeing a ghost and said "Vittodaa idu police caseaa" . Both of them disappeared in either directions without any trace whatsoever.
I stood there for a moment not knowing what to do dabbing my face with my so called pink hankie which was with me all the while. For a second more i tarried staring at the damage done to the car and all at once jumped on to the road and hailed an auto. As I was moving I saw my car a few paces away but hidden by a big truck parked right in front of the mistaken car.
Soon i went to my husband's office and told him what happened. He got from me the exact location of my car and to my relief soon brought it back . Now I was ready to listen to all his reprimands. But he said just one thing "Ravile nenju virichittu irangikolum caarumayi. Pinne endangilum pattiyaal njangal thanne venam."
