Hajaamath

Two silly colleagues of mine, while inspecting Oliver, said “Oh wow, no scratches on your car yet huh?” ashte mugith kathe, after putting their buri nazar on my beloved car they left. Exactly 48hrs later it happened.

 

I was singing “Jaya Jaya Jacketu” and driving happily. One guy with a girl behind was riding some dubaaku gaadi to my left. Thanks to the awesome road, to avoid a pothole idiot took a sudden right without even looking at his mirror, oh wait his bike had no mirror. He hit Oliver’s left eye err the headlight and fell off to the right. On Oliver mind you not under (thankfully)

The man being so awesome held his bike than balancing the lady behind. She fell and started crying. Like really loud. Enter “I-am-jobless-but-will-pass-judgments-on-every-person’s-problem-on-road” kinda people.

 

“I saw this lady overtaking and hitting that guy”, said one

 

“Oh look there is L written on her car; obviously she doesn’t know how to drive”

 

“Just because you have a car does that mean you can drive anyway you want”

 

Meanwhile I tried parking Oliver to a place so that traffic doesn’t disrupt and a man comes running, hey note down the car number the lady is fleeing. Times like these my only answer is the middle finger.

 

While people spoke and gathered, I called Pati, apparently thought I was just calling him to do time pass and did not pick the phone for few times. Next I ringed dad who was more freaked than I was, who then called the local police. The husband finally gave a call back, and came running.

 

By then too much crowd happened near the scene. Husband came. “You don’t take tension”, he said. I “tried” explaining him what happened. He again said “You don’t take tension”. I showed the damage that had occurred to Oilver, “You don’t take tension”, he said. I got irked. Then I shutup.

 

Just like the movies, police came at the last. But the guy came with a gun. HaHa, one laaTi swing and except for the people on bike, everyone escaped. Then Pati shooed me off. “You don’t take tension”, he said. “Go Home”.

 

& I came home. With Oliver of course. What happened later is more awesome than the incident. The guy is a hajama, err not cussing, by occupation he is a barber. The girl behind him is his wife, she is an awesome actress. She said “I think my sonta is broken”, bleedy agreed that she was wounded that required just first aid but broken? Seriously?

 

That hajaam got some rowdies from his place, who in turn started demanding 10k. Dad got irked and asked Pati to file a police case. I was asked to come to the station with the car. I did. Meanwhile dad’s friend called few more rowdies who then had a tiff with the opposite rowdies. Ayyo finally some rowdy who is on the verge of becoming a politician intervened, and requested us to pay medical charges, plus his vehicle’s damages.

 

& guess what medical charges were? 1400, yeah typical barber case this. For a simple first aid, bitch went to Vikram super specialty hospital, got entire body scanned/X’rayed for any possible fractures. Ughh.

 

Poor Oliver, is now in garage, lost his left eye and a big blow next to his eye. ME? I am how to deal with idiots on road certified.