CURLS' DAY OUT!!!

So I left off wishing for an adventure in my last post. Well I got just that. After I had finished with my post I left for my college and was done with one of my exams and was going in for the other two when I saw Lips’ call on my phone. That’s when it all came to me. As usual in my hurry to get to the exams I had completely forgotten that I had asked him to accompany me to Toli chowki since I had to meet this guy who owed me a lot of money. Now usually I never go asking people back for my money. I am more of the type who just hopes that it might occur to them that I might need my money back and would have the sense to return it. But then this was a different case. I was broke. I could keep praying to God (and these days the communication lines between us seem a little frayed) or do the thing other sensible people would do- confront the guy. So I did just that and he asked me to come to Toli Chowki. Now if you knew me you would know how hopeless I am at directions. I have managed to get lost umpteen number of times in a city that I grew up in. So that’s where Lips came in. I offered him a ride to his friend’s place to get his helmet back (who also happened to live in Toli Chowki) and he offered to make sure I didn’t get lost. I also had to give him the transcripts and stuff like that which I had conveniently forgotten at home. So I call him…he says he is already near my college…I blurt out “ give me one hour…I have an exam now…so just give me one hour and I’ll meet u”…now how in the world was I going to accomplish that? I had no idea…so I go in for my exam…finish my forty min paper in thirty min making sure I get atleast 18 in each paper…I look at the watch…. thirty min to go….I realize I have to take my mum home as well…I call her and let her know I was coming to pick her up……zoom away on my peppy(my purple scooty pep)…reach her office in 3 min…record time….but then comes the hard part…I can’t drive beyond 40kmph with her on the bike…..she would give me a reason to get another titanium jaw…..I reach home after a tedious slow ride….fifteen more min to go……I get the transcripts….and then I look for the form…..can’t find it…I search, furiously aware of the ticking minutes….my room looks like the KGB had gone through it…only to realize that the form was in my bag all along…..I look at the watch…7 min….. I plead with peppy to go as fast as she can, twisting and turning through oncoming trucks and buses…getting a lot of abuses in the process…. one guy screams “Ladki hoke aise chalate kya”…I have half the mind to ask him for a handbook on female driving…but I whiz past him…I reach Lips exactly in 7 min…. I feel my arm ache from all the accelerating and braking…and then we set off for his home to drop off the transcripts…. the trip is pretty uneventful…until I meet his dog…the most adorable little thing who is such a bundle of fun…I could go on and on about her but I’ll leave that for a different post…so we now leave for our destination…him guiding me and at times freaking out at my appalling disregard for my own life (and his)…we meet my friend who very dismally hands me what is mine…. and then we set off for the final task…to get his helmet back….now why would this be such a big deal….because the friend in question hates me…..not like I think he hates me….but he hates me enough to tell me that he hates me….a hatred that makes me tremble in my shoes….and I am scared that if he finds me somewhere near his place he might whack my head off my shoulders… Lips is nervous too…. we are so nervous and our last encounter with his apartment security has been rather unpleasant (they only let people in through the in gate even if the person we are meeting lives close to the out gate), so in our desperate attempt to avoid any further confrontation we go through the in gate of the wrong apartment… when we realize this we burst out laughing…. comic relief to a situation so fraught with tension…. we get to the right apartment…we register at the security with a fake name and a fake flat no( since we have no idea what the flat no was…..we only know the flat by sight ) …as lift goes toward his floor I can feel my heart my thumping…..what if I meet him now?… I shudder at the thought…. Lips walks towards the door while I sit on the stairs, legs crossed, cowering in the most lady like fashion. He gets his helmet. Mission accomplished…. but I am not out of the danger zone yet…. I pray that Murphy was a bumbling idiot who laws don’t hold good at all…we get to peppy…and make sure we go out of the out gate…I rejoice…. I made it…we make our way back home…the tension had loosened its clutch on my nerves and my heart feels light…I zip through the roads …poor Lips…. I am an inconsiderate idiot…we talk and laugh…. and suddenly we notice a car right in front of us which has suddenly decided to turn right in the middle of a flyover…..we were going straight for it….. I tug hard on the breaks…. and swerve peppy with all my strength…I didn’t think we could make it… AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH….. We miss the car by half an inch…my cardiac muscles scream in distress…. I’m sure I had had a heart attack…we decide to take it slow…I drop Lips off at his place…he never looked more relieved….I don’t think peppy is going to see much of him for a while…..with his elaborate direction, I set off for home…..and I can’t help thinking what I had posted on the blog the same morning… guess u just have put your wishes out there in the universe and it might just come true….I reach home in one piece…..I think of writing about all this …..But the excitement of the day had worn me out…so I go straight to bed…happy and content…. I did get my adventure after all. It might not be the one George would have called an adventure…but Fatty definitely would have deemed it worthy of that title