Month: April 2013

My Super Fiancee

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I was tired after shopping after a long time. My Fiancee had just dropped me to my home after shopping all day. My mother who was waiting for me, wanted me to get some groceries urgently, so I had to go out again.

As my vehicle was given for service, I decided to walk all the way to the shop which was 2kms away from my home. As I lived in a place where is very much in the midst of nowhere, autos come here rarely, so I had no other option.

As I was walking to the shop, I was stopped by a stranger on the road. He seemed lost, and showed me a piece of paper asking me to guide him. I told him that he was going in the wrong direction, and in fact had to go half the way back from the route he came.

He exhaled slowly and asked me if I knew exactly where the place came. I nodded. Ofcourse I knew the place. It was right opposite the shop I needed to visit. He asked me if I could show him the way, and without thinking twice I agreed to help him and got onto his bike.

I didn’t realize that I am not supposed to get on to some strangers bike. I forgot all that as the person needed help. My inner sense took over my thinking and hence there I sat.

He followed the way I told him to for a while, but suddenly changed the route. I tried to tell him that he was going in the wrong way but he didn’t listen. That’s when it hit me that he was doing this on purpose. He wasn’t lost, he knew exactly where to go.

I thought that was the end of me. He would probably use me and dump me in some trash place and I was a goner. But then, I saw a vehicle right behind us who kept honking at us. I turned around and to my surprise it was my Fiancee. I was just so happy to see him. My lost hopes seemed to come back to me. I knew he would save me no matter what.

But I wondered how. The guy was taking me on a bike, and all my Fiancee had was a activa. He surely couldn’t keep up the speed. And that’s when I noticed an auto in front of us as well as to our left side. They were not just moving in accordance with us. They were doing it to save me. My fiancee had got them there.

There was no right turn anywhere, so the guy had little choice but to eventually give up. He tried everything possible, but finally ended up hitting an auto and falling out of the bike. Thankfully, the auto person caught me before I fell. The bike fell on the guy, holding him to his spot, making it difficult for him to escape.

By this time, everyone had stopped their vehicles. As my fiancee tried to vent out his anger on the guy, the auto guy just stopped him saying it wasn’t right to stoop down to his level, and just called the police.

My guy let him go and came towards me, worry and concern showing aptly on his face. At first he made sure I wasn’t hurt and try to console me. When I felt a little better, he started scolding me.

What was I thinking getting on to a strangers bike. He had a point. I just stood there with my heads bowed down. Finally, he stopped, gave me a hug and asked me to never ever do that again.

He knew that I loved to help people, but that doesn’t mean we should put ourselves in danger. It was sheer luck that he saw me. While he should have been driving home, he had come back to give me a cover that I had forgotten and seen me climbing on to the bike.

The auto drivers nearby had seen me doing that, and understood at once something was wrong. They had followed me in order to save me, and when they saw my fiancee coming, they talked to him and devised the plan and within minutes had executed it.

I can’t thank them all enough. Out of my foolishness I was about to ruin my whole life. I learned my lesson that day. I actually learned two lesson. First was not to trust everyone. And second was sometimes help comes in weird ways.

The auto drivers need not have followed me but yet they did. It showed their greatness. So, this post is an ode you two as well. I don’t know who you both are but I’m thankful to you from all my heart.

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An Ode to my Dad

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I am just another random girl in this huge city called Bangalore. Being born and brought up here I was used to they way people lead their lives. But all my dreams and thoughts about the world seemed to prove false when I entered my college.

Being used to my dad dropping me to school everyday, going to college all alone, catching a bus seemed difficult to me. It was my first day of college and I was nervous as it is.

I went to the bus stop early so that I could reach college early. But little did I know that I shouldn’t have done that. As I stood there waiting for a bus, a guy moved behind me whistling. I turned around and gave a disgusted look at him. Who the hell did he think he was?

But the guy didn’t bother, he walked away only to come back the same way after a while this time singing some song at me. I got angry but I didn’t turn around this time. He just stood behind singing, and when I didn’t bother about him, he put his hand on my waist and pinched me.

I was startled. How dare he touch me? How dare of him to pinch me? In front of everyone. I looked all around trying to find someone to help me, but no one seemed to bother. It looked as if they were all used to it. Tears filled my eyes, I didn’t know what to do. I just ran from the bus stop and called my dad.

As I stood outside the bus stop waiting for my dad, I didn’t know that the guy had followed me. Now he was standing next to me trying to make me talk. His words, his stance made me nauseate. He started to speak in a bad away, and when I didn’t reply, he took me by the shoulder to do what god knows.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to get to know that because my dad came exactly at that point. He got down from his vehicle at once, ran towards me and took the guy by his shirt. He gave him one tight slap and then asked me if this was the way a guy should behave towards a girl.

He asked me to call the police and while I did that, he gave the guy a sense of his mind. As the police came and took the guy away, my dad put his arms around me and held me tight, making me forget everything. Suddenly I felt strong and protected.

He understood that. But he just told me one thing. He can’t always come right on time to protect me. I had grown up, meaning I had to protect myself. Instead of telling me that he will always come rushing like a superhero, he told me that he will make me a superwomen. Making me strong so that I could stand up for myself.

That doesn’t mean he won’t stand up for me, it just meant that he wanted me to stand up for myself as well. Since then, I know how to deal with such things. I think about that day, and thank my dad even now. Thanks to him, I have taught the same lesson to my niece and my sister in law. And in future to me daughter.

Thank you dad. You always were, are and will always be my superhero.

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