Once upon a time in Vilankurichi

The title for this blog is loosely inspired from the martin scorcese film, once upon a time in mexico (J). Life is getting pretty difficult nowadays. People are expecting me to clock 12 hrs a day in office. Hence, I have been appointed the senior security supervisor for my office. I have to check if anyone is still in the office after 12. I was just kidding with that.

Last Friday, I finished my work and left home at 11 30 PM. As most of you know, it was raining here throughout last week. I waited for half an hour in the door steps and the heavy splash of rain turned itself into a light drizzle. The drizzle was so light that it made me step out and experience it. The climate was tailor made for some serious biking experience. I started out. Most of us used to sing some songs when we are experiencing a feel good climate. I chose “Kanmoodi thirakumpothe” song from sachin. My pulsar 150 was all smiles waiting for me in the parking lot. She was washed, cleaned and the red devil was all ready to roar. I started off humming the song. Time passed soon, I had covered some 10 km in 6 to 7 minutes. I remembered the phrases in reebok advertisement ‘Road is free, so run”. The red devil was racing off at 80 km an hour. As people say “ All good things come to an end”.

The drizzle that I was experiencing went off. I started to experience another saying “When it rains, it pours”. Rain started to become so heavy, that I had no other option, but to stop the bike and take shelter in front of a closed tea stall. Thank god, they had left the benches out. I started to dream about my future. Let me tell you, I am doing this thrice a day without fail. I don’t spend my idle time well. I started to turn around and inspect the place. It caught me by surprise. To the left of the bench, I found………….

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Not sure if u people had guessed it. I found a person lying to the left of the bench on the floor. I was shocked. I feel the shock still that even when I am writing this blog, I am shivering. I was not able to see his face clearly. His face resembled the hero in “Kattradu Tamil”, yeah, surface area visible was pretty less. We, the common people, are not generally put in such kind of situations. I was just thinking. I decided to have a closer look at him. There was blood on his stomach. The rain was so heavy that I didn’t spot it early. He was bleeding due to the wound in his abdomen. I need to stop it to save his life. Luckily, I wore the stress band to office that day (Chumma scene kaka potrunthen). I made use of it and stopped the bleeding. The rain stopped and there was silence throughout. Silence kills guyz. It took everything in me to decide the next course of action.

I stared at him for 10 minutes. Just thought for a second, it was not wise to take him to police station. I would be put in a position to answer a lot of questions. After 10 minutes, I decided nothing. My brain took me towards the act a commoner would do, leave him and run out. My heart that still has the young blood running through it didn’t allow me to do so. I was searching for the light that will be available at the end of the tunnel.

The light came in the form of jeep. It was the highways patrol. I started jumping in the middle of road with the desperation to save a man’s life. They stopped and enquired me for 10 minutes. May be, they wanted replies for questions they will have to answer to their senior officers. I told them, that I will take my bike and follow them to hospital. They stopped me and said “We will take it from here. You stay out of trouble son”. My heart stopped and my brain started working. I told them that I had strapped my band around his stomach. They smiled at me whimsically and said that they will dispose it.

After a long time, I checked my watch. It was 3 ‘O’ clock. Thankfully, I went home with a sigh of relief.

I believe that most of you people would have guessed wat vilankurichi means. If not, mail to mckarvin@gmail.com for answers.

Disclaimer: All characters in the story are fictional. They do not have any reference to an living individual.