The Night Rider

May 9, 2008 at 6:28 pm (Uncategorized)

It was a dark and stormy night. Except that it wasn’t exceptionally dark, and there was no storm. My watch read 21:00. Actually, it read 9:00, but I happen to be capable of distinguishing night and day with a fairly high certainty. I was walking back home with my mom after a tiring work-out.

Something today was different. It was clear from the fact that instead of making idle chatter about my non-existent love life, and proposing some hair-brained (Edit: My mom tells me it’s hare-brained, but it doesn’t really matter, does it 😉 ) scheme to change the situation , I was talking about something else. Incidentally, all schemes that are a product of my deranged (but fertile) imagination are hair-brained. What would you expect? I haven’t got down to letting a lawn mower loose on my head yet.

As I’ve come to realize recently, the biggest freedom is the freedom of choice. I had convinced myself that I’d be cutting my hair the day I got back home from KGP. But when I came home, my mom sowed a seed of uncertainty in my brain (if it exists). She asked if I really wanted to cut it. I began to wonder whether I wanted to send one year of hard work down the drain, and lost all the drive to have it chopped off.

Anyway, back to the situation. Rather than briefing my mom about my next hair-brained scheme, I was actually talking sense. About two sentences in, I realized that something was amiss. I stopped for three seconds to assess (not asses) the situation. Funnily enough, there was no sweet sound of birds chirping, no not-so-sweet sounds of frustrated mothers yelling at their young to get their filthy hands out of the curd, and no sharp sound of leaves rustling against each other. They had all been replaced, overpowered, rather, by another sound. A sinister sound. A sound that makes the hair on your neck stand on end. A sound whose source one simply MUST find.

My mom and I turned in tandem, almost like we’d been programmed. Before I could give the “Matrix” concept another chance at qualifying as indubitably true, we saw him.

His body was built not unlike that of Hulk Hogan’s. If it wasn’t, he’d used enough padding to pass it off as being so. He was dressed completely in black. Black shoes, black shirt, black leather jacket, black bandana, and time-of-day notwithstanding, black shades too. His bike, needless to say was black. The purr of the four-stroke engine was overbearing. I could have sworn the man’s eyes radiated all that was evil, although there was nothing to go on, given that he was wearing thick Ray Bans.

I was about to shiver when I saw that he was riding down the road at 5kmph. My mom and I stifled a laugh.

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8 Comments

  1. nolfxceptme said,

    d00d… you put this under “fear” …lolz… “fun” wouldve been better… hmm.. by your description he seems to be cool but the fact that you felt like laughing => something’s weird with the guy. Clarify…

  2. anonymous said,

    I love the beginning a lot but the end gets a bit too random for me. I would love a part 2 where you clarify the significance of the guy. What follows after this strange incident? I must know..

    Incidentally, you free publicity idea worked with one person at least.. Cool blog, Sid..

    HUgs,
    Ridh.

  3. anonymous said,

    Did your mom force you to get a haircut?

    Or are you trying to become a Sardar true to your surname? 😀

  4. anonymous said,

    Dude, You need to get a haircut.We are going to hatch egg’s in your exuberant bush next semester!Or else, try wearing a turban like a Sardar!

  5. anonymous said,

    Sidzoo

    Try what robin made of you a few months back.
    Reverse mop ur house.
    tell me if it works .
    Patel could be cleaner , you know .

  6. anonymous said,

    Sidzoo

    Try what robin made of you a few months back.
    Reverse mop ur house.
    tell me if it works .
    Patel could be cleaner , you know .

    Murthy

  7. anonymous said,

    I think I have nothing to say except, “I think I have nothing to say except, “I think I have nothing to say except, “I think I have nothing to say except, “I think I have nothing to say except, “I think I have nothing to say except, “I think I have nothing to say except, “I think…

    -Vinayak

  8. sidzoo said,

    Let me clarify. The incident was funny because the guy looked like he was some major jang macha, but he was only riding at 10 kmph.

    @Vinayak: Nice (Happy?) 🙂

    Sid.

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