Behind Bars, Almost!

The Libero had oil leaking out of its front forks.

The Pulsar looked tempting.

After much deliberation that encompassed a variety of rational and irrational enquiries, Thallu decided it's time to take a stand. Not self assured of his biking prowess, Serial Killer (S.K. here on) waited in patience for Thallu's expert decision.

The Pulsar roared in to life. Thallu drove majestically into M.G. road. Once we reached there, we were basically running back and forth the entire stretch of M.G.Road trying to figure out where Mr. Pai had set up his famed "Pai Dosa" kada. After quite a few tries we finally resigned to the fact that Pai had closed for the day.

Thallu knew where to get food at 12:30 in the night. So it was decided that dinner was going to be non-veg.

We had two decent sized shawarmas. I must also add that much of the chicken tasted like flavored pieces of vulcanized rubber.

It was during this time I brought to our attention that we needed to buy Mr. BulkVoice and Mr. Bengalluru something to drink. Since this street food place was a bit distant from the House it was decided that we will buy the drinks from somewhere on the way. Meanwhile, the shawarma had done the trick. Mr. S.K. decided it was time he tried out the pulsar. After a few initial hiccups with sorting out the gear shift, S.K. was riding like Schumacher possessed by Valentino Rossi.

"Kaiyil license undodey?"

Mr. Thallu's abrupt and oddly timed question swept in to S.K.'s fantastic world of bad boys 4 like a tsunami. And, along with that, it changed the course of the modern world as we know it.

S.K. halted the bike to a stop. Waited for an explanation from Thallu as to why exactly you were not supposed to ride a bike on a Kochi street at 1 am in the morning without a license. Upon receiving proper explanation, Mr. S.K. promptly got down and offered the helmet to Mr. Thallu. Everything was perfect.

What do we know..!

A rickety '80s jeep comes to a stop behind you. The khaki clad Mr. Purushothaman ( Purushu for all purposes) alighted and behind him another sidekick that we do not wish to reveal the name of, basically coz we don't know.

The baritone voice cut through the descending mist like a katana through green bamboo.

"Enthanu paripadi?"

"Onnumila saar.". Thallu replies in words dripped in pseudo respect.

"Ahha..vandi aarudetha? Aaranu oodichathu? License undodey?"

"Enteyaanu saar. njaan aanu saar oodichathu. License undallo saar.". Thallu retorted.

S.K. prefers to keep silent.

"Bookum paperum oke undo? ingu eduthe."

Thallu and S.K. spends 15 minutes searching for the paper of a bike that Thallu had claimed barely 5 minutes back was his. Talk about convincing acts!

After some struggle the documents are wrenched out. Boldly written on the laminated piece of crap is "Owner of Vehicle: Harigopal"

Now, that is some wonder.

Thallu and I make up many many explanations some of which were

a) We have shared ownership saar.
b) it is the company vandi saar. (purushu surprised)
c) company vandi enu vachal, company il orumichu vanapol orumichu eduthu vandi aanu saar. (All thank S.K.)

A string of questions follow after which Purushu deems it necessary for the vandi to be taken to the police station coz afterall, I quote,

"pulsar vandiyaanu etavum moshtikan elupam. orupaadu complaints varunnu."

Thallu does a thallu

"Saar, athinte ..eh ..avashyam undo saar ..eh"

S.K. almost closes his eyes coz he knows the chekitathu adi is coming.

Voila! It is not.

"nee anodey theerumanikunathu enthu cheyanamennu eh?"

"alla saar. paper ellam undu. kuzhapamonumila saar"

But Purushu had made up his mind that there was some Kuzhappam. Purushu the kidilam.

Purushu keeps at the show off. The sidekick interferes to convince him it's alright and to let us go.

At this point, God made Purushu do the worst mistake of his life.

Purushu utters obscenities and dismisses us with the words,

"ini ivide enganum kandu pokaruthu." (Have no idea what he meant by asking us not to ever be near M.G.Road)

Thallu gracefully accepts the papers back from Purushu and does a Mohanlal,

"Sir, enalum angine parayenda avashyamundo? Njangal thetonum cheythilalo!"

Purushu is visibly angry. Orders the sidekick to take the bike to Central Police station.

We are royally escorted in to the back seat of the Jeep.

Have to admit the feeling is awesome. It is almost like something happening that you knew would happen someday but not so (sooooo) soon in life.

Honestly, yours truly was a little worried that the night would be spent in jail. The scariest part was if Purushu would order us to be stripped in classic prison style.(S.K. wishes to admit that if that had happened, S.K. would have been in a pickle due to the non possession of certain vital clothing items.

S.K. was getting impatient. To the next exclamation from Purushu,

"alla..vidaam nu vicharichapol avan nyaayam parayunnu."

S.K. informed that Thallu is frustrated due to some work trouble and does not mean what he says.

The rest of the night went like scripted. Thallu got people from back at the House to produce the required documents to have our release ordered.

After the night's incidents, Thallu bravely proclaimed that he would be giving Purushu one "PANI" and that to that cause he would stop going out after 10 pm anymore.

S.K. says,

"Way to go thallu."

But nevertheless, S.K. wishes to laud Thallu's extreme sense of righteousness and the resolve to be never treated with disrespect. But I do wonder what would have happened if the people back at the House hadn't picked up his call.

I can already smell the wet rust on the jail bars :)

A night spent well, anyway.