(This is a true story. The event explained below took place in Faridabad in 2013. At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed to alphabets. Out of respect for the alive, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.)
It was three
past twelve and almost twenty boys from college hostel were gathered in our
home. Personally, I didn’t even know that they were from my college. None of
them knew what had happened; they were just there for a fight. A was explaining what happened and why
were we being chased. If we were to believe
V, we even might have been ambushed with katta (local cheap guns).
T had called shotgun and her eyes were activated to find
a mango. As we approached home, we settled to look again in the nearby market. After
numerous attempts of failure, I turned my car around when a bike with two Haryanvi
Jats (young guns of Haryana) just slipped pass us. We might have reached home
without an adventure, if it were not for that non-existent mango. I would not
have written this story....
I had turned
back and we were a block away from reaching our home, when the bike just came
in front of us. They exclaimed that I was driving wrong and while turning back
I might have hit them. I apologised hoping they are not worth are time and
started to go our way.
“Arey, kahan ki gadi hai re (Which city does this car belong?)” he
asked in the local dialect which almost flew over my head.
“We live here but the car is from Karnal.”
“What are you doing
so late in the night with a girl?”
“She is our friend and we just went out for dinner.”
“Four boys and a girl!!
Chal, give me the phone number of the girl.”
I realised
they have got the wrong idea and they will not let go us. I nudged him to start
the car. He saw it and tried to take away the car keys when I blocked it. The
scuffle broke the indicator switch which is used to turn on lights of the car. By
now, A had got enraged and had
started calling goons of the college. He was ready to get out and start a
brawl. Being in senses, I reminded him that we have T with us and we will not able to forgive ourselves if she was
harmed. It’s better to avoid them. (On any other occasion we would have gotten
out without a thought in our mind and take out those yobbos. They were huge and
filled with proteins. There was no way that any of us would have gotten up
after a hit. But, if T was not there
we would have started the fight. Even if we would have lost, we would have our
dignity with us.)
A car
stopped, nearby, suspecting some problem and I asked for help. An uncle from
the car got out and then another car stopped by. They sensed that it was not
the right time and they let us go. We all were angry with ourselves and also
relieved that T was safe. A was
cursing them in every possible way you could imagine. He even had noted down
the registration number of the bike to take care of them later. We had moved
just few hundred metres from the place of incident when we saw that they were following
us....
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