Room: 21 Degree Celsius
Outside: 27 Degree Celsius
My mind: 48 Degree Celsius
Can you even imagine how furiously I am burning from inside? No you can’t! Unless it happens with you, god forbid!
I didn’t have any idea, what kind of hell ‘that girl‘ must’ve been going through, till now. I totally understand there is no comparison. These moments have torn apart my self-esteem literally. What happened? So …
We were damn hungry, so plan was to go out & get something to eat. Abhinav had a meeting but that has just got postponed, so he left office with me too. As soon as, we reached to the nearest metro station, it had been decided to get dinner directly. So that was it. On another note, I was quite happy because I successfully recovered my phone after 15 hours hard work & got ICS on it. Well, I must say, I had no idea it’s all going to fade in few minutes. Gurgaon is place holding up variety of people & 90% of them has no idea what & why they are doing it, and the reason is they are drunk. So as I & him was discussing about halabol & stuff, we encountered 5 out of those 90% assholes to be exact. You know, it is very rare to see stars in the sky of gurgaon due to all that dust & pollution, but I just saw many, awesome, isn’t it? I can bet, you will see too after getting slapped so tightly many times. I can’t remember exact number but it should be around 5-7, oh no, not stars, to calculate stars multiply with 4-5 I guess, so it comes out around 35. Well dude, 35, so rare in this bloody sky.
They took away lots of money + phone worth [ do you really need this much of detailing? ], they wanted more [that includes our machines + another phone]. Here they go, one more shot right away on my left cheek, “give us your bloody mobile” I was like okay take it, but then next moment, dude I ain’t gonna give you, I just installed new os on it, & haven’t tested it yet. So I pushed those 3 people a little bit & then ran for the life, for the misery, for the absolution that would never come. We always run away from our problems, so that’s kinda our habit And I am very good at it. I don’t know, he said later, this ‘run’ helped his legs to get some confidence & run too. So we kinda get rid of them after getting assaulted/robbed/kicked, & then asked for help to nearest fu***ng security guard, he said “I can’t leave, I am on my duty.” WTF! So I arranged a bamboo somehow & then went onto same path, this is called being heroic, see if we can find them, but in vain. He called police, & they said, “Why do you keep such expensive phones”, just like “why do girls get out after 8 pm?” And rest is history.
So was it amazing? You have no idea. Is sitting in an a.c. room & writing an article, doing all that shitty talks about ‘how to make this place safe’ is enough? [ And finally, I don't think, there is any point in repeating all that police, guard shit topic ]
We can do two things either keep pouring in all this blood shit or can fight? I don’t know, whether I am the right person for doing any of this, but I am sure, next time anything like this happens => I am not gonna give up so easily or may be I can, I just don’t know the future for god sake, but I am not. Whatever it takes, I know, I have to fight so I can die peacefully someday [ Everyone is mortal, C'mon don't tell me you didn't know that. ]
We were no more hungry.
Please, live & let live