As is quite visible from my other posts, one will see that while I have a very adventurous mind, I don't usually come across a lot of adventures, being from the small town that I am. What I am going to relate today can't quite be considered an adventure yet this was really one of the closest I've been to actual danger.
I recently got very friendly with a girl. As happens in new friendships, parting with each other becomes a hard task. Over that, I tend to get obsessed in new friendships (which don't last long seeing that my mind rationalizes it by reminding me how repulsive that could be for the friend and how honestly creepy I get). Going out and spending time with each other was one of our primary getaways from the normal mundane life.
So, this one day, we were supposed to spend some time in the evening, but for some terrible miscommunication, I got myself and her included in an invitation to a common friend's house which, quite frankly, wasn't what I had in mind. I usually enjoy spending alone time with this new priority in my life. We spent quite a while at her place, (which was pleasant, really), before I suggested that we might want to head home. It was almost 8:30 in the evening then.
Here, I have to admit that it was my own selfishness that brought about the next train of events. You see, my thirst for some lone time with my friend was so intense that I decided to go for a ride instead of heading straight home. Next, I admit to my foolishness of taking her on a ride to one of the shadiest places in our town. I call it shady, by the literal term. It is a long wide stretch of road leading to the ghats and while the number of vehicles moving about are a little over few, the area gets devoid of people by the time we went there which was around 9 PM.
I should make it clear that the area is regarded as the military area although the main military areas are roads that branch away from this main road. This road is for general people. By evening, the entire stretch of road becomes extremely dark but for the few street lights that do not give out nearly enough light. The main source of lights here are the headlights from the numerous vehicles still moving.
So there we were, enjoying the wind in our faces, riding up the road when I feel off and I check my mirror to see a bike behind me. I do not think much about it then. We had a nice time through dark and empty side roads. occasionally talking about small unimportant things. It was during our way back home I got a curious feeling and checked my mirror again. I saw a bike but I hadn't been able to make a connection then. It was that curiously off feeling that caused me to slow my scooter and let that bike pass. And it did, without any noticeable delay. I wasn't particularly alarmed then. I went on, completely forgetting about the man on the bike wearing blue with a backpack. I thought of him as a student returning home after tutions.
Little did I know then that this was the man that could have essentially caused us grave harm that night.
There were two ways to go home half way along the road. We could take a side lane that was even less populated but had a police station a little towards the inside, or we could just continue down the road that would take us straight to the station from where we'd have to take a left. Since we'd come from this sparsely populated area, I thought we could get back home through the second way. I asked my friend which way she'd like to go and as we passed by the lane, she faintly opted for the lane but immediately changed her answer once we passed it. Being one to desperately please my friend, I made an actual U-turn which, in retrospect, was a singularly atrocious mistake on my part.
Because it was as we entered the lane that my bike got sidled by our friend on the bike that I had let pass. I say 'friend' in the most sarcastic manner because this man was quite far from being a friend, in any logical circumstance. He could potentially have been our rapist/murderer, and I say that not only because of the dense evil air that he gave out but also because he very tactfully blocked our way to the right which is where the police station was.
Part of the reason why I was scared stiff was this menacing air about him and the other part was the deplorable lack of any possible help around us. The area was as dark as it could get and as devoid of life. He kept asking something about our reason to be in a military area but he didn't need his mouth to say the amount of harm he was capable of doing to us. It was almost palpable. He was dangerously close to our scooter, close enough to push/hit us. My mind shut down completely and although my brave friend asked me to stop the scooter and have a defiant chat with him, I was sure that if I stopped my scooter, that would be it for us.
With every intention to collide against him, if it came down to that, I made a firm decision to accelerate my scooter to its full speed and in doing so, I somehow successfully swerved past his front wheel and towards the police station. I didn't stop once till I dropped off my friend at her place and then on my way back to my home, I felt the stare of every man and for some reason each of them seemed violent to me.
Once I got back safely home, still unsettled, deeply affected by the event, I got into my room, ignoring the family drama that arose because of my late coming. As I pulled out my phone to text my friend to see if she was alright (because I myself was more shaken than I had ever been), I saw that the motherfucker had broken the protective glass of my phone when he was repeatedly colliding against my scooter in an attempt to stop me. In my fear, I hadn't even felt the bike collide against my scooter.
One thing that really frustrates me about this incident is that, I never got to see his face...
I recently got very friendly with a girl. As happens in new friendships, parting with each other becomes a hard task. Over that, I tend to get obsessed in new friendships (which don't last long seeing that my mind rationalizes it by reminding me how repulsive that could be for the friend and how honestly creepy I get). Going out and spending time with each other was one of our primary getaways from the normal mundane life.
So, this one day, we were supposed to spend some time in the evening, but for some terrible miscommunication, I got myself and her included in an invitation to a common friend's house which, quite frankly, wasn't what I had in mind. I usually enjoy spending alone time with this new priority in my life. We spent quite a while at her place, (which was pleasant, really), before I suggested that we might want to head home. It was almost 8:30 in the evening then.
Here, I have to admit that it was my own selfishness that brought about the next train of events. You see, my thirst for some lone time with my friend was so intense that I decided to go for a ride instead of heading straight home. Next, I admit to my foolishness of taking her on a ride to one of the shadiest places in our town. I call it shady, by the literal term. It is a long wide stretch of road leading to the ghats and while the number of vehicles moving about are a little over few, the area gets devoid of people by the time we went there which was around 9 PM.
I should make it clear that the area is regarded as the military area although the main military areas are roads that branch away from this main road. This road is for general people. By evening, the entire stretch of road becomes extremely dark but for the few street lights that do not give out nearly enough light. The main source of lights here are the headlights from the numerous vehicles still moving.
So there we were, enjoying the wind in our faces, riding up the road when I feel off and I check my mirror to see a bike behind me. I do not think much about it then. We had a nice time through dark and empty side roads. occasionally talking about small unimportant things. It was during our way back home I got a curious feeling and checked my mirror again. I saw a bike but I hadn't been able to make a connection then. It was that curiously off feeling that caused me to slow my scooter and let that bike pass. And it did, without any noticeable delay. I wasn't particularly alarmed then. I went on, completely forgetting about the man on the bike wearing blue with a backpack. I thought of him as a student returning home after tutions.
Little did I know then that this was the man that could have essentially caused us grave harm that night.
There were two ways to go home half way along the road. We could take a side lane that was even less populated but had a police station a little towards the inside, or we could just continue down the road that would take us straight to the station from where we'd have to take a left. Since we'd come from this sparsely populated area, I thought we could get back home through the second way. I asked my friend which way she'd like to go and as we passed by the lane, she faintly opted for the lane but immediately changed her answer once we passed it. Being one to desperately please my friend, I made an actual U-turn which, in retrospect, was a singularly atrocious mistake on my part.
Because it was as we entered the lane that my bike got sidled by our friend on the bike that I had let pass. I say 'friend' in the most sarcastic manner because this man was quite far from being a friend, in any logical circumstance. He could potentially have been our rapist/murderer, and I say that not only because of the dense evil air that he gave out but also because he very tactfully blocked our way to the right which is where the police station was.
Part of the reason why I was scared stiff was this menacing air about him and the other part was the deplorable lack of any possible help around us. The area was as dark as it could get and as devoid of life. He kept asking something about our reason to be in a military area but he didn't need his mouth to say the amount of harm he was capable of doing to us. It was almost palpable. He was dangerously close to our scooter, close enough to push/hit us. My mind shut down completely and although my brave friend asked me to stop the scooter and have a defiant chat with him, I was sure that if I stopped my scooter, that would be it for us.
With every intention to collide against him, if it came down to that, I made a firm decision to accelerate my scooter to its full speed and in doing so, I somehow successfully swerved past his front wheel and towards the police station. I didn't stop once till I dropped off my friend at her place and then on my way back to my home, I felt the stare of every man and for some reason each of them seemed violent to me.
Once I got back safely home, still unsettled, deeply affected by the event, I got into my room, ignoring the family drama that arose because of my late coming. As I pulled out my phone to text my friend to see if she was alright (because I myself was more shaken than I had ever been), I saw that the motherfucker had broken the protective glass of my phone when he was repeatedly colliding against my scooter in an attempt to stop me. In my fear, I hadn't even felt the bike collide against my scooter.
One thing that really frustrates me about this incident is that, I never got to see his face...
