Next Day: Race Day!
It has been said a many times, and it will be said many times more in future and experienced by almost each and every individual who was ever born on this blue pearl of limitless or rather of unmeasured universe of ours; that planning does not work, specially when you are not in control of your own or anyone else’s life that you want to plan along with yours. And race is one such thing, where limitless entities interfere, and when its almost free for all to enter race, plan is bound to fail; sooner than latter.
The day for Hera started with sweet memories of yesterdays gift, his dad had also enjoyed the fresh chapaties made by Monsoon in dinner; the conversation was on repeat in Hera’s head.
Dad: “Hmmm…there seem to be new chapaties in box; I had thought we had finished them.”
Hera: “Yes! We had, these are made by my friend, who came to see me today!”
Dad: “They are soft! It feels good to eat fresh food again! Even curry is good! Nice of your friend to do so! What’s her name?”
Hera: Feeling little awkward, talking about her with his Dad! “Monsoon!” With an embarrassed look on his face!
Dad: Sensing awkwardness! “Hmmmm…. Sometime she should visit us, when your Mom is here, we should give her a treat!”
Hera: “Yes!” Thinking! How all of this is such a reverse of that old bollywood song where girls mother calls the boy for a cup of tea, and the general way of life in India!
And then coming back to present, Race was all heated up! The bikes were ready, the invention to be tasted was clamped to few bikes, and some others were not and it was time to flag off!
Hera stationed himself at the petrol pump, where all two wheelers were going to get free petrol filled and tank sealed to traverse the race and some bikes were given special tag, who would get double and some others a full tank of petrol! And Monc brought Hera’s bike and got a tank full of petrol! All for free! Such a bliss! Such a open misuse of power, for Hera and nor Monc used that bike to reach end of finish line!
All vehicles were supposed to follow traffic rules, stop at signals, remain below speed limit and still race, while using least fuel! Some idiot had set the criteria! (Avir & Hera) Hence fuelling of tanks, sealing it and then measuring the volume of tank at end of race, other than clocking the race was the job of race organizers!
Hera waited for each of the bikes to fuel up and then he took of on a borrowed bike to race’s end destination! And as there was lot of work to be done at the end point, he decided to go full throttle, in processes breaking every rule, except for the traffic signal ones, and ended up reaching at destination a good 10 minutes before a single racer made it!
Once Hera got down from bike, the welcoming committee (flower girls) mistook Hera for winner of the race and raced into congratulate him, while Avir looked at Hera awestruck! Avir was quick in dispelling any such notions, and girls were once again ready to welcome the racers!
Avir: “You gave me a call 15 minutes back! You said you were at Petrol pump, how the hell did you drive 25 Kms in 15 minutes! Are you telling me the truth, you did leave after the last bike had fuelled up!”
Hera: “Yes! Yes! And I should have been part of the damn race, I overtook each and everyone of them to be here! Ahhhhrrrrggggg! I am making a loss of 10K here!”
Avir: “You should be driving slow by now, you don’t want to be in another accident, thank god race so far is……..”
Before Avir could finish his sentence, behind them, the front runners of race arrived and crashed.
Hera: “oooohhhhuuuuuuuu! You and your big mouth! ”
Luckily, no one was hurt, because people went on to crash into a sand hill; but from that point on, everything started to go downhill as far as plan was concerned! A long night had just begun!
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