So here I was minding my own shit, overeating on Sunday, blissful as a pig in mud. Our friends were in some other restaurant so we were called to drop a "hi" here and a "hello" there.
One of our friend's car had a puncture and as they were eating we (meaning the benevolent navra) volunteered to take care of it. I dragged my modak filled body along (yep I gorged on those devil dumplings luring people with their fair and lovely looks and sweet innards).
So we landed at the local puncture wallah's shop and he set to work on the khillas stabbing the poor old tyre. Much too late Mr. Navra realised we were short on cash and the puncture wallah declared as a matter of pride "woh paytm aur sab faltu mereko nahi chalta". So as I waited there, navra ran around three atms and all of them had no cash ( cos ache din).
Meanwhile, the puncture wallah had no other customer and maybe he read a "aao muje sunake jao" message on my forehead. He started off by saying "madam aap chalate ho Kya gadi?" I nodded no and that was a golden lettered invitation for him. Bhaisaab lectured me for almost 15 minutes on the lines of - darneka nahi, darega toh Zindagi mein kuch nahi hoga, ek do baar thok dega toh Kya hua baccha chalte waqt bhi toh girta hai, khatra toh har cheez mein hai.....on and on this went. Now, I have heard several versions of this same lecture regards to driving as well as for other areas of my life. But this was the first time a random stranger sunaofied the shit out of me and I had no valid arguments quite obviously because he was right. I looked at all possible things; my shoes (need to be washed), the panwallah next to him (who was enjoying the scene thoroughly), the cars going by (taunting me), everywhere but his face.
When finally Mr. Navra graced us with his presence my "ashamed" and "embarrassed" exxpressions, (yes you guessed it right) had turned to "Jai Devi chandika" expressions. He looked clueless obviously. I shut myself in the car thinking finally I can breathe, when the puncture wallah apparently not yet finished with me popped his head through the window (I really wanted to roll it up with his head inside!). With his "Guru Gyaani" smile he went ahead and repeated the whole lesson to adi telling him how he should force me to learn. I have no clue why he cared so bloody much.
As soon as we were off my inner "Chandika" took over to sunaofy navra for obviously no fault of his but that's how it works (it's one of the basic tenets of marriage). Apparently, not caring enough for his own damn life he started saying "maybe you should think about it again". My zehrilli glare stopped him at "about".
As we reached home, I gave a nice kick to kwid's tyre just because I had to kick something and navra was spared. So that's how my "modak stuffed" blissful mind was crushed along with the afternoon siesta I was so looking forward to.
As for driving, you dear ones who are reading this please comment on your own risk!!!
