Sandeep Gupta is marrying today and I planned a quick short trip to chandigarh. My plan was to get up early(at 3 am) and catch the 1st bus to chandigarh which is at 4:30 am from faridabad. So I set the alarm for 4:00 ( I still remember that plan was to set alarm at 3 but I thought my friend would be able to manage at least one hour of his wedding without me ). So I wake up at 4:10 and was all ready to leave home at 4:40 (see I bargain 1 hour sleep with 10 min delay, wow I am proud of myself). Then I took blessings of parents and left home. Dady dropped me At old faridabad.
I was standing there, waiting for any bus to Delhi. A couple was standing beside me. Girl was wearing a chura (newly married punjabi girls wear that in their arms to show that they are newly married and expiry date of their girlhood is nowhere near), and boy was wearing helmet. Helmet? OK helmet. But Helmet n chura? What a combination. I know helmets are for safety but how that girl was thinking to save herself by CHURA in case of any mishap. Anyways not my problem, after all its their life and they have to play safe. Suddenly everyone started running towards nowhere. Just like ants running directionless when somebody put some turmeric powder on their hole. Oh it's a bus instead of turmeric powder. Obviously we are not ants. I rush to bus and then conductor said they are going to sirsa and will not go to isbt new Delhi. Huh, I studied at hisar (on the route of sirsa) and I never got this bus in 4 years. Anyways could not do anything. So simply stood there watching that newly married girl with helmet safe guy. Girl boarded the bus and boy wished her happy journey and left. The helmet guy most be her husband. But I am still unable to understand why he needed a helmet to save himself from his wife. Leave it, it's his problem (and he was happily saying bye to his problem).
Again I was standing there, waiting for another bus to chandigarh or at least to Delhi. After few minutes another bus arrived. And it was direct to chandigarh. I was happy to see that. I asked conductor if they have seats. He replied: ANDAR AAJA, FER DEKH LIYO. OK, I like the idea and boarded the bus. Hmmm, I see a 3 seater seat, a boy in desi haryanavi dress and a haryanavi girl in jeans top were sitting there. I asked for seat and girl told me to sit in between them. OK. Finally I got the seat number 13 (still I am sitting on that seat writing this bullshit). If you ever travelled via haryana roadways, you must be aware that haryana roadways drivers are the fastest pilots. And they move their hands on those curves as if they are of some woman instead of road. And on one of those cuts I got disbalance and my arm touched her waist. I looked at her, waiting for her reaction. But she was all normal. It could be normal daily routine for her. Or she could be used to this. Them I closed my eyes. And here started the mind game. I started thinking what will happen if I touch her intentionally? Well, suddenly I recalled the incident of brave rohtak sisters. They were also travelling on a local bus and some boy touches one of them them. Girls started beating the boy with belts. Nobody in bus was helping those girls. Even bus conductor and driver were also not paying any attention to them. 1 boy in bus clipped all this in his phone. Next day everything was on all news channels. Everyone was praising those brave girls. Haryana government announced 50,000 bravery prize as well. After few days when a news channel covered points of that boy and of other villagers. Then it revealed that the girls were fake and doing this since long time to blackmail boys. This way girls were earning a very good fortune.
Back to present. What if the girl sitting next to me is of the same bread? What if she start beating me? Start shouting in the bus? What if the boy sitting other side of me is also with her? Then they will ask for some money. I know myself. I can never promote such thing. And will never give a single rupee to any bitch. Well then they will call the police. Hmmm. Scene is getting complicated here. Police will take me to police station. Police will tall me to pay some money to those girls and rest of the money to them. Again being a Hindu nationalist I can neither support such things nor surrender. What if they put fake cases on me? And if I refused to pay any money they could go to any level. What if they created fake encounter and record me as a terrorist in their files? NO. I can not let it happen. I'll run away from there. But is it possible to run faster than bullets? No I don't think so. I have to find some other way to escape. Should I give the money? No, I can't. That is not in my DNA. Then what could I do? Got it. I'll fight with the police and shoot them with their bullets. One each. One bullet each for spoiling the system. Oh. 2 are dead and I am still left with 2 pistols and 6 + 4 bullets. Now what. Hmm. I am the reabel. I am feeling a Neta ji (Subhash Chandra Bose ) in me. And I am gonna f**k the system. Now I have to find those brave girl and boy. DELHI, ISBT. I hear the voice and suddenly opened my eyes. Oh I find both of them. Sitting around me. And I am still in a sandwich kinda situation. I reach the Delhi bus stand. They are leaving the bus and I can't do anything except watching them leaving me with some high adrenaline.
Wait, conductor didn't ask me for ticket. Hmmm.
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