Night 1:30. I closed my eyes..
It was not my intention to buy a car !! fortunately we bought a car and unfortunately we travelled a long distance. People call it as a rat trap box!! just kidding...
Well, it was in a maruthi zen estilo that we travelled a way round trip from kanhangad to sabarimala. My mama....hooooo.....he implemented his own algorithm for driving a car - an algorithm that had a mixture of pilot trained guy and a car driver...may be so, he considered the rat trap box as an aeroplane and started with it!!
Ok...now I have to think a lot before writing this because mama -if he sees this blog...hmmm...he is a good fighter too...a black belt....the black belt he uses when he goes to college everyday..he is a manager of a private college..
I doubt, the title of this needs to be changed to " A Mama"....
It was around 3.00 am we started from kanhangad. My papa was the one who made the engine start. He indeed saw my mummy's and sister's eyes. It rather projected out like toms in tom & jerry cartoon...
Almost 3-4 kms speedometer did not see 50km/h....it was less than that all the time....you know, papa is also a trained pilot!!After 10-12 km, the speedometer never saw 80km/h, we were, indeed, travelling 100km/h.The gutters and the pits would have cursed us for not touching them...we all were flying.
My lips started moving around for something. It was then I realized that the movement created some sought of sound, "rama rama rama".
Drastically looking around me, saw my cousin and brother, holding hands each other and looking outside thrugh the window to see the so called objects outside..frankly speaking I never saw any..
On the way, when any KSRTC buses crosses us ...
mama: See, 5' 0 clock KSRTC came back,we are one hour short of time..
I thought tha we never had a strict timing for this trip.. May be my mama is the inventor of time management... Iam proud.. Several vehicled crossed us... Mama started chanting mantra, " we are late.. we are late.. we are late".
Before starting from home, I had many many things to share with ayyappan...about my career, family etc etc..The moment I saw ayyappan at sabarimala, i could only tell him, " I wanna reach home safely"
Things became hot and dangerous after sunset. Mama did not care.
The usual stuff we use in emails for any requirement is a 'request'. Even if you need a door to b opened, we will request. If some one asks you what are the three unavoidable words in your life ...I would say, please, sorry and thank you.
me: mama, please drive slowly, thank you.
Mama: this is NH you know!! Peple will shout at you if you drive slowly.
Me: But mama, you are driving at 100km/h
mama: No no, it never saw 80km/h. he applied break and moved a bit to show me the speedometer.
I thought, how will the needle point at 80 when it is at 100.
Mama moved back, covering the whole speedometer. Applied acceleration.
Papa: jithu and vini (my mummy) are very much woried when the car moves even at 50km/h.
I thought again..let me reach home...you remember mummys eyes when we started rite..
My cousin looked at me pathetically. As if he had no food for the past 5 days!!
Time passed...
We had food from Kuttipuram... Time was 9 pm..
Mama ( on Phone): Haaaaa..... We ll reach by 12..
I thot kuttipuram to kanhangad 300 kms, again mama will discharge the energy he got from porottas.
Sleep haunted me. We reached kannur. I thanked god - now 70 more kilometers.
mama and papa got down for having black tea.
Black tea is a booster for engineering students..it will adjust you with sleepiness when 100 more pages are remaining in blah blah blah book before exam.
I was sitting at back seat with my brother and cousin.
Sleepiness took over me when mama played old hindi songs.
time passed..
Dream will never leave us alone.
aaaaaa...I screamed....Light was on my face, Heavy noise thak thak tak occured.
I looked at my brother.
The seats were mistangled.
They hugged me and screamed.
Yes. we met an accident !!
I was searching for a lorry infront of us.
No no ..its not a lorry. What is it?
papa shouted: get down!
I got down and saw what exactly did we hit.
Nothing. What happened then...
I realized the sequence of objects we hit.
It started from a telephone post and ended at a drainage pit that saved us.
Almost 100 meters journey of wrestling with posts, milestones and sideby rocks.
I opened my eyes. Prayed god for a good sleep forgetting the journey....
It was not my intention to buy a car !! fortunately we bought a car and unfortunately we travelled a long distance. People call it as a rat trap box!! just kidding...
Well, it was in a maruthi zen estilo that we travelled a way round trip from kanhangad to sabarimala. My mama....hooooo.....he implemented his own algorithm for driving a car - an algorithm that had a mixture of pilot trained guy and a car driver...may be so, he considered the rat trap box as an aeroplane and started with it!!
Ok...now I have to think a lot before writing this because mama -if he sees this blog...hmmm...he is a good fighter too...a black belt....the black belt he uses when he goes to college everyday..he is a manager of a private college..
I doubt, the title of this needs to be changed to " A Mama"....
It was around 3.00 am we started from kanhangad. My papa was the one who made the engine start. He indeed saw my mummy's and sister's eyes. It rather projected out like toms in tom & jerry cartoon...
Almost 3-4 kms speedometer did not see 50km/h....it was less than that all the time....you know, papa is also a trained pilot!!After 10-12 km, the speedometer never saw 80km/h, we were, indeed, travelling 100km/h.The gutters and the pits would have cursed us for not touching them...we all were flying.
My lips started moving around for something. It was then I realized that the movement created some sought of sound, "rama rama rama".
Drastically looking around me, saw my cousin and brother, holding hands each other and looking outside thrugh the window to see the so called objects outside..frankly speaking I never saw any..
On the way, when any KSRTC buses crosses us ...
mama: See, 5' 0 clock KSRTC came back,we are one hour short of time..
I thought tha we never had a strict timing for this trip.. May be my mama is the inventor of time management... Iam proud.. Several vehicled crossed us... Mama started chanting mantra, " we are late.. we are late.. we are late".
Before starting from home, I had many many things to share with ayyappan...about my career, family etc etc..The moment I saw ayyappan at sabarimala, i could only tell him, " I wanna reach home safely"
Things became hot and dangerous after sunset. Mama did not care.
The usual stuff we use in emails for any requirement is a 'request'. Even if you need a door to b opened, we will request. If some one asks you what are the three unavoidable words in your life ...I would say, please, sorry and thank you.
me: mama, please drive slowly, thank you.
Mama: this is NH you know!! Peple will shout at you if you drive slowly.
Me: But mama, you are driving at 100km/h
mama: No no, it never saw 80km/h. he applied break and moved a bit to show me the speedometer.
I thought, how will the needle point at 80 when it is at 100.
Mama moved back, covering the whole speedometer. Applied acceleration.
Papa: jithu and vini (my mummy) are very much woried when the car moves even at 50km/h.
I thought again..let me reach home...you remember mummys eyes when we started rite..
My cousin looked at me pathetically. As if he had no food for the past 5 days!!
Time passed...
We had food from Kuttipuram... Time was 9 pm..
Mama ( on Phone): Haaaaa..... We ll reach by 12..
I thot kuttipuram to kanhangad 300 kms, again mama will discharge the energy he got from porottas.
Sleep haunted me. We reached kannur. I thanked god - now 70 more kilometers.
mama and papa got down for having black tea.
Black tea is a booster for engineering students..it will adjust you with sleepiness when 100 more pages are remaining in blah blah blah book before exam.
I was sitting at back seat with my brother and cousin.
Sleepiness took over me when mama played old hindi songs.
time passed..
Dream will never leave us alone.
aaaaaa...I screamed....Light was on my face, Heavy noise thak thak tak occured.
I looked at my brother.
The seats were mistangled.
They hugged me and screamed.
Yes. we met an accident !!
I was searching for a lorry infront of us.
No no ..its not a lorry. What is it?
papa shouted: get down!
I got down and saw what exactly did we hit.
Nothing. What happened then...
I realized the sequence of objects we hit.
It started from a telephone post and ended at a drainage pit that saved us.
Almost 100 meters journey of wrestling with posts, milestones and sideby rocks.
I opened my eyes. Prayed god for a good sleep forgetting the journey....
