An encounter with a 'Gay'

My working hours, 10-6, generally gets transformed to a double shift (without over-time) when the ‘lock-up’ starts. So, as the lock-up period had started I stayed in office late hours, that day, almost six and a half hours more than regular shift timings. The clock which had already struck past twelve appeared dizzier than us; after all we all had been working since morning. My Executive Editor, me and our Designer locked our workplace and moved towards our homes. The designer stayed nearby, wished us good night and moved out in the dimness on his conveyance but my Executive Editor, resident of Ambala, had to catch a bus to his place. My boss, still, graciously he asked if I could drop him at the bus stand (sector-17), so that he could get a bus without complexity. I felt delighted that he ‘enquired’ me to drop rather than giving an ‘order’ to do so.

I dropped and wished him safe journey and left because I was getting tardy every second, every minute; literally! While passing Aroma I strived to persuade myself, but the animal inside me provoked me to halt. I parked the bike, went inside, had an ice-cream, gazed at few hot chicks and came outside. Started my machine, and after smoldering few milliliters of petrol in performing three-four geris at last made up mind to move towards home.

It’s somewhat unfeasible for me to halt myself giving a lift to anyone who waves his hand for the same. The same happened at the Aroma light point. I had just crossed the lights where a man wearing cream kurta-pajama waved his hand for a lift. I stopped, he came few meters running and asked, “kahan tak jaaoge jnaab (Sir, where are you going)?” I, without sensing his secret intentions (as I this was my first encounter with such a ‘man’) replied, “yaar main to 29 sector ja raha hoon. (I am going to sector 29)?” Very courteously he said,“ Mujhe 32 jana hai par agar aap 29 tak hi lift de dein to aap ka shukriya, wahan se main paidal chala jaunga” ( I have to reach 32 but it’ll be grateful if you grant me lift and drop me at 29 I’ll walk off to 32 from there ).

Our ‘last ride together’ started. I, as usual, was enjoying the drive at night driving at a speed probably not more then 20. As I had drove few meters I started sensing some heaviness on my left thigh, but who gives a damn, I thought he had kept his hand for some support. Suddenly, I apprehended that I was in an intricacy when his hands slowly started moving on my thigh. I considered he’s trying to tell me something. I interrupted and asked, “Kya hua?” (what happened?) and he shrewdly replied, “Stuff achha hai apki jeans ka, kaunsi hai?” (The stuff of your jeans is nice, which brand is it)? I realized later how stupid I was to reply him “Levi’s ki hai” (It’s Levi’s). After asking this he moved his face ahead and asked, “khushbu achhi hai kaunsa perfume lagaya hai?,” (Nice fragrance which perfume are you wearing?). Observe my stupidity, again, I replied, “maine Brut lagayaa hua hai” (I am wearing Brut).

He thought I’ve befall friendly and he actually started performing his ‘work’. Now his hand initiated crawling from my thighs towards my lower abdomen and within no time it reached its desired destination. It was the biggest shock as I could never believe that I had given lift to a gay. A gay, oh my Lord! Now, I was in a dilemma what to do and what to not? Before I could think what option to go for, he had grabbed my d$8k. I was so scared, on the hushed roads in the dark; I was alone with a professional, he was looking for a prey and I was looking for someone to come for my rescue. A lot of strategies, ideas, thoughts were striking my brain but all were getting overpowered by his presence. I even thought to drop him in somewhere but I was looking for a place where I could find someone to help me.

Thank God, eventually I reached sector 29 and saw few people moving on the road because of some Jagrata in the temple. I congregated my strength, stopped my bike, stood on the road and gave the bastard two tight slaps packed with vehemence and a bunch of heavy abuses loaded with anger. People gathered to know what happened but I had no words to say. I said “Kuch nai saala marne aa gya meri bike ke aage” (Nothing this bastard came in front of my bike to die). They dispersed and I got back on the bike, was just to start (I don’t know what he expected from me now) when the a$$ h@*$, son of a bitch with greed and lust in his eyes asked, “ab pahuncha denge 32 tak?” (Can you drop me at 32 now)? Now can you beat that!

Though my destination was not too far from where I met this man but for me it was a ride that I’ll never forget and every waving hand seeking a lift will make it new every time.