This post can be surely dedicated to Rohit's post for I would not have remembered this incident had I not read Rohit's post
This was the day of the alumni meet in Mumbai. It was a good night , vibrant and lots of booze although I refrained from filling myself with a lot of it on the fear that I would not be in my senses to come back. The two friends of mine accompanying me were any way of no use , for one of them is such a useless drunkard that he would sleep in the drinking table when a hot chick would be serving him drink ( I hope the person in charge reads this .) . The other friend who accompanied me was not so bad but that night this person was too found in the corner drunk gaping at the roof with his mouth so open that it appeared that he was asked to play the statue game . Any ways so it was upto my responsible self to carry the myself and the other two poor self to the Sevaniketan hostel.
As we stuffed ourselves into the tax , the two of my other friends quickly dozed off with one of them thrusting his head on my shoulder . In order to distract myself and to prevent myself from sleeping I plugged my ear to the newly purchased ipod ( which unfortunately I lost in Mumbai itself ) .
I guess that it would have been 20 minutes in the taxi ( do not ask the time and place for you had to realize that I was also drunk albeit not asleep [:D]). Whatever at some distance I found my Taxi behind another Taxi, with an extremely beautiful lady in the most modern attractive clothes ( and by that I mean revealing clothes ) taking her head out of the window and crying profusely. Now she was attractive or might have appeared attractive ( Remember I was drunk and I could have suffered from mistaken identity ). but I felt bad , bad because I dint want her to cry . I mean at that moment it made me feel so heroic that I wanted to comfort her. However suddenly my taxi driver , don't know if he had seen that , speeded and soon overtook her .
Then started for me the cat and mouse game. I kept looking back trying to have a look at her. But soon our ferrari taxi driver lost him.
Ok i agree that my post does not have anything specially common with Rohit's post apart from a crying girl but I felt bad that day . I had that day the strange kind of feeling that I had done something which I should not have done yet there was nothing wrong in what I did. I imagined later on that I could always have stopped the Taxi and asked the lady what was wrong allthough the second part of mine argued that such acts are done only by characters from the movie.
Actually the event was one of such event which I had myself forgotten after that night but suddenly reading the above post enticed me to write the blog.
