Parcel post and Highway

This post is abt a very exhilarating experience that my friends and i had over the past24hrs. It has evil, humour, black magic and loads of fun. I was supposed to act as a carrier for a very important shipment from Bangalore to Palakkad. The recepient of the deliverable being my uncle who was looking fwd to this particular deliverable for the past 2yrs. The reward promised in return was also worth of a lot.

My friends and I hit the road at about 8in the night. I was already feeling a lil hungry by then and stopped at a joint when I realised that the shipment has been forgotten. The biggest sin remotely possible. So what do I do?Retrace my path and go home to collect the package. You would not believe how important it is for the trip.

With much difficulty we cross the trecherous traffic of Bangalore and reach electronic city to pick up the third party, Mr Khan. He is very notorious in his trade and as expected we caught him ambulating and parambulating at the dead of night with a flower by his side. Was dreaming of more vicous plan in his mind I guess.

Finally the Three Musketeers, Mr Khan, Mr Kunju and myself Mr Devil set off for the dangerous and hilarious journey, titled "On the Highway to Hell". We call ourselves the three musketers as we find is rather easy to find ourselves in the worst kind of mess and then fight our way out of it. The drive till Krishnagiri was smooth as expected. We make blatant jokes and pull each others leg. I am the only driver for the journey, so it is imperative that they keep me in high spirits. THe first point of contention was music. I have to listen to my rock collection, while my comrades aint much of rock fans. But thanks to the trump card that I hold, which is being the sole driver, my vanity prevails. My arse and back hurts by the 3hrs of drive and 88kms into the journey. So we take a break at A2Z for all highway vouyagers, Ananda Bhavan for a cup of Coffee. We check out the area and find 2dames trying to tempt us with their beauty. Had we not had the Talisman called experience, to differentiat btw angel and demon, we would have fallen for the dirty trap played by them. So without batting an eyelid and paying 150bucks for coffee and cookie we set out for the destination.

By the time we left the coffee shop, it started drizzling. And within another 15min, it started pouring. Nothing was to be seen beyond 10 mtrs and huge mamotian vehicles were flying past us in such dangerous situation. When we left Bangalore itself, it was decided that Tea and cigerattes would keep us alive and awake and kicking. The concentration that I had to employ to drive through the rain was much beyond my realm of understanding. And thanks to the extra superb AC that my beast of a Santro has, we soon became drowsy. "Can we smoke in the enclosed area?" asked Kunju. Thus, we lit the cigeratte and converted a small space in the car into an ashtray, switched on the light and started feeling the drag. Within minutes, the car was filled with smoke, eyes were burning and i could not see the road properly thanks to the rain. "It fucking feels like a bar in here." I had to agree.

We gave the likes of Volvos and trucks a run for their money and finally had made good distance when misery stuck as again. The road from Salem to Coimbatore was much beyond repair. My poor baby had to go through pain and everytime the muddle of rock and sand and stones hit it's private part, it sent shock waves through us. We were cursing the contruction company for the mess that they have made when I my cell phone rings. Now who would be calling me at 2in the night. I was sure that it wouldnt be any girl friend of mine and my conrades look at me with as if I am the sinner among the lot. "Yes mom?No I haven reached yet. Will call you when I reach". That was bad. My mom still had not slept.

Now that we had covered more than half the jounrney, we were more relaxed and thought that the worst was over. How wrong was I? Fatigue took grip of all our nerves and I was soon drifting into my dreams. "ELGI!!!" I heard Kunju shout. "What?" OH! I said to myself. Came back to my senses by then. Thank God!! Told myself. Then again after another ardurous stretch, I closed my eyes again, but by then we had reached Kerala. And out here in Kerala, it is not He who makes a mistake who gets caught. It's the other way round. So did not have any problem in whatever screw up I did out here.

And finally we reach the destination and ready to make the delivery. You would be thinking by now what the package is. It was about 4 tee-shirts....