highway robber

one should never go out to have breakfast on the day after a binge ;-) after drinking a mixture of beer, bacardi and tequila till the wee hours in the morning, abdul and i woke up and decided to grab some breakfast keeping in mind what the whats-his-name dude had said about breakfast being the most important meal and what not. most of the places that we sort of banked on for providing this nourishment was moving on to lunch, hide-bound i say, one would have supposed they would want to corner the niche market of people who want to breakfast at mid-noon, but these short-sighted street-peddler-turned-restaurateur types dont have any vision. but we still managed to down a masala dosa and about 5 cups of tea apiece ;-)

and being the kind-hearted guy i am (and because he called and asked me to), i decided to buy dixit some breakfast. and this was a mistake as this meant i would stay back and get the stuff while abdul went on home... well i got the food and returned to my bike only to find someone leaning on it and having a seemingly long chat with his friend. i asked him to please move aside and the guy gave me a weird look. and i hopped on the bike and was getting it started, aware of the guy now openly staring, when i found that the damn handle wouldnt unlock!!! and then i saw that one of the scratches in my bike had miraculously vanished!

i looked at the guy, "your bike huh?"
"yeah", he said with a broad grin.

i dont know if you have tried to hijack somebody's vehicle after asking them to move away from it and jumping in yourself. but let me tell you that it is not the most prudent choice for an experience to alleviate your mundane day. i could still feel the grins on my back as i was driving away having spotted my bike. i am seriously contemplating getting it done a violent scarlet with yellow stripes.