Oh.. Not Again..!!

One Sunday evening, on a Black ‘Ford’.

“Which one of the two routes, Sir?” the driver turned behind.

“Which one’s better? The one under construction or the one under repair?” I was interested.

“Both equal, Sir. Equally bad.”

“Ok. Take us through the road which would make passengers bump into co-passengers.” I winked.

Akshata, who was seated beside me, poked me in my ribs. The driver showcased his smile through the rear view mirror. Akshata peered through the window as the sun reached the top of the tallest building. I sat quiet observing her, unaware that I wore a thin smile on my face. She turned to me and said- “You want to tell me something, don’t you?”
She had flawless antennae when it came to sensing my emotions. I smiled and enquired the driver- “How far from here? The airport?”

“Another 15 minutes, Sir.”

“I asked you something mister,” she pinched me on my stomach.

“2 long years. I’ll miss you.” I said as she held my hand.

He ran across the street, jumping over dividers and pavements in search of another auto rickshaw. Those fifteen or so drivers, who had turned down the lift, threw glances of amazement- “You…… and … Airport??” He ran, ran and ran. He ran for his life.

I retrieved the not yet sampled newspaper from the front seat, and read out from the sports column- “Thumping win for India against the fighting Pakistanis.”

“I feel like crying.”

“Why? Are you a Pakistan supporter?”

“No idiot. I’ll be missing you and this place for the next two years. I wish I could stay.”

“Oh. Don’t worry, time will fly.”

He, on his mad run, hit a stone, tripped and bumped straight into a tall, thick mustached person. A kind of person who wears khakis and makes a lot of money- A Policeman. After some begging and some ‘wallet shaving’, he continued his run. He ran, ran and ran. He ran for his life.

Akshata attempted to pull this tried and tested game over me- “That guy, your neighbour. He’s hot man. But I noticed a wedding ring today, did you notice that?”

“I don’t notice such things.”

“You guys do it when it’s an attractive woman.”

“Nonsense.” But true.

He stormed into a florist shop, and selected a nice bunch of red, fresh, water sprinkled flowers. He shoved the flowers inside his jacket and scampered to the bus station in hope to find a bus to the airport. As he waited, he drew the flowers, rehearsed his lines and sneezed as the flowers tickled his nose. Minutes ticked, when he realised this was going to serve him no good and decided to run and run as though avoiding the electric chair.

Meanwhile I had a secret conversation with the driver, where I told him to retrieve the bouquet from the glove box, as soon as the car comes to a halt outside the airport terminal. Akshata trying to catch our conversation interrupted- “What does the driver want?”

“Your phone number.”

“Why do I ask you questions?”

“No clue.” I twisted my lips.

He was breathing heavily now, one, for the reason that he was running like he had ants in his pants and two, for the reason that the ‘Moment’ had arrived. He put an eye in search of a black ‘Ford’.”

The car cut across from the main road and headed straight towards a relatively empty airport terminal at this hour. As the car moved closer and closer, Akshata grabbed my palms and rubbed it soothingly mumbling words in a thin voice- “I’ll miss u dear. I don’t wanna go…”
The car came to a halt and the driver as instructed, pushed the flower bouquet into my hands and slid out of the car. Akshata looked in amazement, as I held her hand and moved the bouquet gently into her soft palms and said – “ Akshata, I think you know it. I’m madly in love with you. Love you da. Miss you baby.” I saw tears trickling down her cheeks as she grabbed me and hugged me tight with her head resting on my shoulder- “ Love you too da. Love you too.” She wiped her tears.

Just then, we heard a knock on the window, and on lowering the glass, we were exposed to a person, with a flower bouquet in his extended arms. He went on to say- “Sorry Akshata, but I love you. Love you, love you, love you.”



I bent down, to investigate the face of this new Mr.Spoilsport and got drowned in shock as my mouth went dry- “ Hey ..r.r.r…. Roshan..”

P.S - Okay, people new to this blog may not get the Roshan thing at the end. Apologies ;)

20 additions to the crap:

Pretty Me!! June 17, 2009 at 10:23 PM  

This wasnt funny !!! it somewhere touched me :( dunno y !

asit dhal June 18, 2009 at 12:27 AM  

another funny post in ur blog......

its a good source of entertainment..in this boring summer vacation and recession....

hope u entertain us frequently....

Thoorika June 18, 2009 at 9:22 AM  

Perfect timing! Rite at the time when the reads would go "awwww" Roshan spoiled the whole bloody mood! :D

Arjun June 18, 2009 at 9:25 AM  

@Prats...

It wasn't meant to be all out funny as my prev posts..... A lot of love's there to catch in the post... :)

y r u sad btw???

Arjun June 18, 2009 at 9:25 AM  

@asit

man.. hehe... thank u...

as long as u dont feel i'm getting totally stupid.. fine.. :)

Keep hitting back... :)

Arjun June 18, 2009 at 9:26 AM  

@Thoorika

and that is y he is Roshan..!! :P

Aarthi June 18, 2009 at 10:05 AM  

Arjun...

Lol...Roshan!!
But yep, it was romantic as well!
I combletely loved this write of yours da... :)

Less of humor and more of louuvvve! :)

Arjun June 18, 2009 at 10:33 AM  

Aarthi

egjactly... :)

dhang you.. :P

Swetha Padakandla June 18, 2009 at 11:58 AM  

until end i was thinking, there will be something serious which will happen at the end! :P
nw i got it! Roshan!! err.. not again! ;)

cheers

Dr Riya June 18, 2009 at 4:36 PM  

Completely brilliant write up.. Man u write really well.. Very romantic.. Very touchy.. made me really emotional..Got tears in my eyes...!!

parzi June 18, 2009 at 6:17 PM  

aww....that was so close to being a perfect moment...but then...a twist...life is full of surprises..or shud i say shocks in this case..hahaha....
really adorable and sweet...:)
veryyyyyyyyyy nice!!!

Matangi Mawley June 18, 2009 at 9:28 PM  

... nice romance! bt loved the end though... :D

sunny_raju June 19, 2009 at 7:35 AM  

Good script. traces of Manirathnam toggling b/w different scenes happening at the same time

Arjun June 19, 2009 at 9:43 AM  

@Swetha

hehe... serious... in my blog?? :P :P

Thanks da.. :)

@Riya

:) :) :) really ?? Donno :) .. thnks .. donno wat to say .. :P

Arjun June 19, 2009 at 9:45 AM  

@parul

I guess.. u dont know the history of Roshan... u wouldn't have understood at quite a few places :)

Abt the love part... Thank u....

This was supposed to be humour plus love kinda thing..... Maybe the Roshan humour's getting lifeless.. I'll kick him out next time :P :P

Arjun June 19, 2009 at 9:47 AM  

@Matangi

hehe... thnk.. guess u got it :)

@Sunny

Manirathnam uh?? hehe....
There's another reader 'Tara'.. She'll get wild if u compare me with Manirathnam.. :P :P

Misty Rhythm June 19, 2009 at 4:02 PM  

what the??!!! lol that was like having a bucket of cold water dunked on my head! damn roshan :P

lol i was so amazed while reading it...you writing an lovey-dovey piece...damn roshan!

яノςんム June 19, 2009 at 5:24 PM  

Roshan the gr8!! He was expected to do a lot more than jus a bouquet :P

i am grinning :D

lachu June 24, 2009 at 10:20 PM  

jus love roshan
set me up on a date........... ;)

Arjun June 25, 2009 at 12:29 PM  

U r too late..... :)

WIsh for a break.. maybe next time :P

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