only the other day on my way to office(Short Story)

only the other day on my way to office I met this extraordinary security personnel(Fresher), Pavan Kumar from Hajipur in Bihar. Now and obviously how he became a victim of our city is what goes below.

Already 8:30 by my watch and it takes more than 45 minutes to my office from my apartment. I just put these ear phones and tuned my mobile to the FM waves, the song from Honeymoon Travels Pvt Ltd just started "sajana de wari wari..." only added to my unevenly fast ambulation.

Let me also tell you, Bangalore is real busy in morning hours. However this fellow who was reluctantly walking ahead of me seemed to be singing the same song in slow motion, I was not at all looking at him apart from the fact that I just saw a bus that I was suppose to catch, is missed now. The traffic signal has to be crossed to get to the bus stand on the other side. I was in hurry so I went cross as fast as I can seeing the traffic lights go RED. He came slowly behind me to the place where I was standing for the bus now, "ye G4S ka office kahan hai...", removed the plug ins and "I am sorry!". He asked me again, I told him to ask the autowala, he must be knowing it better. He went and talked with the auto driver and came back to me. "Ye BDA complex yahan se kittna dur hai?" Cross the road, walk to the next signal and take a right then go straight(in Hindi).Pawan said, "Thank you" in English this time. I smiled back and he went ahead to cross the road that was empty due to the red light at the last signal.

He was hardly mid way when this pair of "power puffed" girls on their speedy scooty collided with our Pawan, erstwhile son of the Wind God. Fortunately nothing much happened, he didn't even fall nor did the Aapsaras(that is what he called them). But Mr. Son of Wind God was immediately attacked by rallies of verbal abuses, nothing of which he hardly understood. "Sorry, sorry", was his only defense against the Raging Babes. There was already a small gathering, me being part of this excitement too. As most of the our kinda class of bangaloreans do, "Dats Ok, Dats Ok..." and the engine started once again to look for its next victim, leaving Pawan with a small tear on his supposed to be new trouser. Helped him cross the road back to the place where we were standing and I asked if he would like to take a bus to BDA Complex, as I would take bus that goes past BDA too. We got up the next bus, did not have seats, quite packed at these hours. when the bus was about to reach BDA Complex I informed him that he needs to get off at the next stop. Pawan asked for my phone number, OK given. Then one more, "Thank you". Too good, taken!; now just before leaving he said, "Engreji to humne bhi school me sikhi hai, magar ye Aapsaraye kya bol rahi thi humko kuchu samaz me nahi aaya." garnished with a very hilarious looking face.