Thursday, June 15, 2006

The Gud Gut Feeling!

My bike got rejuvenated after 4-months. My passionate blacky was smiling like a newborn baby - Fresh and cherubic. Throwing away my laziness, I had decided to renew the insurance for my sweety.. The person who was examining the bike was a little surprised to look at my shining baby and couldn't relate it to the purchasing date. [Had he seen it before a couple of days, he would have thought twice before issuing the insurance]. While driving, I was being extra-cautious in making sure that my baby doesn't get hurt. [I always tend to drive slowly and safely for atmost 2-weeks, after my bike gets serviced].

My pet was taken inside the much-cramped S.P.Road in B'lore [One of the busiest places in b'lore, which is popular for electronic items - I had gone there to get an UPS and an SMPS and a dozen blank DVDs that I had planned to write using my new lappie and to repair my dad's favorite DVD player]. [SP Road is similar to Ritchie Street in Chennai] I was looking in all directions for an empty parking lot like a begger waiting for people to come out of the temple. No way... I couldn't find anything.. There was a narrow lane - Lots of bikes were parked there - No "No Parking!" signal.. I started thinking "Can I park here?." Something inside me (ppl might call it "guts", "listening to heart", "the Being", "the unconscious" etc) just alarmed me "Dont park it here.. it's not safe!" I was good enough to ignore the warning thanks to my laziness or impatience. It was getting longer than expected, since I didn't know where to repair the DVD player and that the archaic AT cabinet SMPS wasn't available anywhere.. Finally landed up in a service shop with 2 people sitting in the middle of a ocean of CD/DVD players.. I was simply impressed by the skills they were showing in tearing apart the players and of course repairing/servicing them.. :) After an hour, they noted that most of the components in our player have gone bad and it's not worth repairing it.. I just phoned my dad and asked him to use the all-new hi-fi system instead of the old player.. He accepted it half-heartedly..

I was done with my work. Came back to the place where I had parked my bike. Bhoooom!!!! Bike was missing!!!!!!! Oh, my goodness!! Somebody had taken or moved or looted it!! Whatever, one part of my mind was trying to find where my bike was and the other part was laughing at me and saying "I warned you earlier!". I was told by the near-by shop-keeper that the "Tiger-Force" normally comes and takes away lots of bikes from those streets.. The picture of lorries with ropes to pull-in the bikes/cars (that are parked in "No parking" slots) came to my mind.. I was told I had to visit the near by police station to get my bike (but was not sure that it would be there..) The traffic constable told me I had to pay Rs.300 as fine - I was just keen on searching my bike among the dozen bikes that were brought in by the "Tiger-Force". A huge surge of contentment, when I saw my bike.. My horse was being roped.. After paying the fine, it was released.. It was looking at me and asked - "You idiot, you didn't listen to your heart! That timely spark!! You were given an alert! How dare can you ignore them!! You know.. How I was ill-treated by these stupid people.. I feel shame to serve you!" I was feeling compassionate towards this little innocent baby and I had to console it by saying "Sorry dear.. Will make sure that these kind of things don’t happen in future.. really sorry!"