It was Quiet cloudy Weekday afternoon, me and my friend were driving down the china valley road towards end point on two bikes, an auto Charging up slope ( i seriously dont know how it managed to do that on that planet cafe road) ALMOST rammed into the back of my friend's bike. Pay attention "almost". my friend got infuriated and without losing his calm, or after controlling his Urge to use Profane words (which are the usual norm in such a situation), shouted at the driver " abey dekhake nahi chalate kya?" ( cant u see and drive)
That's it, the auto driver stopped his auto ( so did my friend) and got oout of it and started blaming my friend for the accident which almost Happened
His defence " ye road hamara hain, hamara main road hain, tum dekhke chalao" ( this is our main road, u should look carefully and drive)
Unfortunately neither mine nor my friend's sagaciousness would have forseen what was to come!
Coincidentally there was an auto stand right in front of this place. In a minute 20-30 autowalas surrounded my friend "THE CULPRIT" and me ( by then i came next to him and tried to ahem... i really dont know) and started shouting at us, while the Auto Driver " THE OWNER OF THAT ROAD" quietly managed to fleefrom the situation in his auto.
My friend was not allowed to take his bike from the center of the road to the side , his keys were tried to be snatched and auto drivers tried to put their feet under the vehicle's tyres so that he couldn't move it.
somehow we managed to grab onto the keys and my friend took the bike over an auto driver's feet (after which they made way) and parked his vehicle to the side.
Finally few auto driver's raised their hand to hit my friend after which we both thought "dude, if this guy hits us, we have too much of self respect not to hit back, and if we do hit back, we are going to get beaten up royally"
, which is when i took out my phone and dialled 100 just hoping the police would soon come there diffuse the situation and get these GOONDA auto drivers to justice.
the phone rang, was picked up immediately by some operator " yes, this is the Mangalore Police Control Room" , for a second my mind stopped working, WHAT THE F+$%, i gathered my thoughts and asked him to connect me to the manipal or udupi police control room. then he ASKED me to Hold the line (BAckground: i could hear and see the continuation of the argument, which now had changed to "how dare you call the police" ), came back and started narrating me the phone number of the manipal police station, 0820 257...blah blah blah... as if i would remember it in that situation. i said thank you and hung up the phone.
By then the leader of the auto union, came started talking sense into few of the auto drivers, who were just there for the heck of it, and everyone started dispersing.
His argument " kuch hua nahi na, jao" ( nothing happened right, go away)
we replied " kuch hua nahi, isiliye yahan pe hain, nahi toh Trauma Emergency main hote, accident ke vajah se ya tum logon ke union ke maar se" ( nothing happened, hence this whole situation, if something did happen, we would have been in the trauma center, either due to the accident or due to the wounds which would have been inflicted by your ROWDY auto drivers)
Then when we thought that everything is over, few auto drivers come up to me and my friend and threaten us " ab toh chod diya, kahan rehto ho pata hain, baad main dekh lenge" ( we've left you guys now, we know where you live, we shall meet soon)
We fortunately had a pack of cigarettes with us, went to our room, got out into the balcony, disappointed, lost, clueless, inexplicably infuriated by the events which just happened.
We were outnumbered, bullied, humiliated in the middle of the place which we called home for the past 5 years. on the same god damned road, where the associate dean of kmc, vice chancellor and chancellor of manipal university reside.
despite this we knew one thing "To take these auto walas down, crush them, make them repent their sins, yes, uproot the evil which has empowered them to be a Gang in a closed community of Manipal, the student village of India, our beloved Manipal ", <cough> <cough> , the last drag from the cigarette....
That's it, the auto driver stopped his auto ( so did my friend) and got oout of it and started blaming my friend for the accident which almost Happened
His defence " ye road hamara hain, hamara main road hain, tum dekhke chalao" ( this is our main road, u should look carefully and drive)
Unfortunately neither mine nor my friend's sagaciousness would have forseen what was to come!
Coincidentally there was an auto stand right in front of this place. In a minute 20-30 autowalas surrounded my friend "THE CULPRIT" and me ( by then i came next to him and tried to ahem... i really dont know) and started shouting at us, while the Auto Driver " THE OWNER OF THAT ROAD" quietly managed to fleefrom the situation in his auto.
My friend was not allowed to take his bike from the center of the road to the side , his keys were tried to be snatched and auto drivers tried to put their feet under the vehicle's tyres so that he couldn't move it.
somehow we managed to grab onto the keys and my friend took the bike over an auto driver's feet (after which they made way) and parked his vehicle to the side.
Finally few auto driver's raised their hand to hit my friend after which we both thought "dude, if this guy hits us, we have too much of self respect not to hit back, and if we do hit back, we are going to get beaten up royally"
, which is when i took out my phone and dialled 100 just hoping the police would soon come there diffuse the situation and get these GOONDA auto drivers to justice.
the phone rang, was picked up immediately by some operator " yes, this is the Mangalore Police Control Room" , for a second my mind stopped working, WHAT THE F+$%, i gathered my thoughts and asked him to connect me to the manipal or udupi police control room. then he ASKED me to Hold the line (BAckground: i could hear and see the continuation of the argument, which now had changed to "how dare you call the police" ), came back and started narrating me the phone number of the manipal police station, 0820 257...blah blah blah... as if i would remember it in that situation. i said thank you and hung up the phone.
By then the leader of the auto union, came started talking sense into few of the auto drivers, who were just there for the heck of it, and everyone started dispersing.
His argument " kuch hua nahi na, jao" ( nothing happened right, go away)
we replied " kuch hua nahi, isiliye yahan pe hain, nahi toh Trauma Emergency main hote, accident ke vajah se ya tum logon ke union ke maar se" ( nothing happened, hence this whole situation, if something did happen, we would have been in the trauma center, either due to the accident or due to the wounds which would have been inflicted by your ROWDY auto drivers)
Then when we thought that everything is over, few auto drivers come up to me and my friend and threaten us " ab toh chod diya, kahan rehto ho pata hain, baad main dekh lenge" ( we've left you guys now, we know where you live, we shall meet soon)
We fortunately had a pack of cigarettes with us, went to our room, got out into the balcony, disappointed, lost, clueless, inexplicably infuriated by the events which just happened.
We were outnumbered, bullied, humiliated in the middle of the place which we called home for the past 5 years. on the same god damned road, where the associate dean of kmc, vice chancellor and chancellor of manipal university reside.
despite this we knew one thing "To take these auto walas down, crush them, make them repent their sins, yes, uproot the evil which has empowered them to be a Gang in a closed community of Manipal, the student village of India, our beloved Manipal ", <cough> <cough> , the last drag from the cigarette....
