A Lesson learnt……

People say your ‘experiences should allow you to frame lessons for tomorrow’. Very true the statement is! It was yesterday when I learnt it….
People breaking rules and laws is not a new thing, I had seen many smoking in ‘No Smoking zones', taking U turns in ‘No U turn’s or sneaking through Red signal when there are no traffic cops available…there are many. The more rules you put on people to control, the more they tend to break them. Well I break them when it comes to satisfy my craving for Pani Puris .That plate of which had cost me almost 1000 bucks yesterday.
In Bangalore it is very difficult to find a good Pani Puri stall. You know South Indians are not so good in making North Indian Chats (I’m sorry If I had offended any one by my statement)…Ahmm…coming to the point. So like other days I and Mohit (my colleague) were coming back from work. It was 8:30 in the evening and unlike other days it was pretty early for us. He was on his way to drop me to my PG.And it was then when I spotted a Pani Puri stall. I swear I could not resist myself and just screamed ‘Mohit, stop!’. Soon I realized I was very loud. Mohit did not know what to do and pressed the breaks all of a sudden and guess what we were almost hit by another bike coming behind.
'Apology…Apology…Apologieeees’ I kept on saying to me. I was ready for a tough lesson by him…You know he loves to preach…He kept on preaching me about Do’s and Don’ts when you are on road, especially when on his bike. His Gyan apart, I could convince him to have Pani Puri. So he took me to the stall and to his surprise there was no parking place for his beloved bike. Oh! Forgot to tell you Mohit loves his bike very much, a small scratch on it would ruin his whole day.
Anyways we could not find any and he decided to look for some other stall where he can park his bike. As I said In Bangalore you rarely find good North Indian Chats and this stall was one among them. And I was no way to compromise with my taste buds. I begged Mohit to park it in front of the adjacent shop. After all a plate won’t take much time. He agreed and parked his bike in front of the medical shop. It was the last piece he was putting in his mouth which he dropped after seeing his bike being taken by ‘TIGER’. (Well what the hell the 'beast' been doing there??) Eh...Eh...well excuse me. FYI, TIGER are the group of people who are appointed to pull bikes, parked in ‘no parking’ areas, in to their mini trucks, and dump them to nearest police station. They do get commission from police for every bike they get.
I went blank, did not know what to do, I started running behind the truck with my plate of Pani Puri. I did not even realize how funny I would be looking doing that. Mohit was helpless as it was too late to stop them. I was unable to face him. He was red in anger. Within no time we took an autorikshaw to reach the nearest police station to collect the bike. He was silent all the way, I held his hand, and he did not react. I thought he went numb. I could not dare to ask him anything. Very soon we reached the police station and we saw the bike kept there. We rushed inside to do the formalities. We had another preaching session by the cop before he handed over the bike to us. A fine of 300 was also to be given. Mohit released a sigh of relief…We got on the bike and he dropped me to my PG.
It did not end there. I was getting down of the bike and soon I could smell another trouble ahead. It seems I lost my mobile phone… ‘GOD SAVE ME!!!’I was saying it so loud inside, Mohit could make out, and that something went wrong again. Hell broke! I was shivering with fear. ‘I am not getting my mobile Mohit’. Mohit hit his forehead hard with his palm. I went blank again .Random thoughts kept on coming to my mind ‘S**t it was an expensive one, I had corporate sim in it, do I remember my boyfriend’s number?’ How about my home? Do I remember the landline number? How do I contact my Home?’ I was lost in my dream world, thinking what if I do not get it back? Mohit shook me hard. Soon I came to my senses… I was sure I left it in the same autorickshaw. It was not possible to trace the autorickshaw by any chance. It was already 9 past 20 minutes. He tried calling my phone, someone picked up. A bold voice replied. Seems to be the same cop who had just taught us the lesson. We rode back to the police station. Lucky enough to find my mobile back! Police had to call the Auto wala again to confirm that it was my mobile. All's well whose ends well. We came out of police station and there the Auto wala demanded 500 bucks.I was not surprised by the demand.But 500 was a bit much.He tried giving explanations.Without a second thought I gave him the amount and said thanks.
Finally we were coming back! We did not talk all the way. He dropped me and left. I kept standing there for a while, thinking whom to curse.
No doubt it has to be me….