Pani kodukkumbol ithrayum pora.. Enkilum..!

The cover page news of the September issue of Graffiti is supposed to read " Chief Editor and staff reporter gets stabbed". The remaining article informs the readers that ' the chief editor and the reporter were hospitalized following the tragic incident for immediate medical attention.'

This incident took place in the wee hours of night, when the duo were out biking, enjoying the gush of cold wind against their heads which contained their dazed brains (people are asking if they got any after what happened though.. !!) after hectic studying of the Theory of Machines and Operations Research principles.

After a heroic flight of 5 seconds ( you can read a detailed account of those dreadful seconds here ), our dearest duo came down on two legs and biked back to the hostel, bathed in blood ( that was a little too over the edge, sorry).

What happened then, you all are familiar with, the usual taken to hospital stuff, minus all those blaring sirens and cool looking blue lights you typically see after most accidents nowadays. The driver escaped with minor bruises on his right side(shoulder, elbow, palm, knee, foot) while the editor had gloriously won four stitches on his right elbow.Coming back to the title of the post, you might be wondering how does the stabbing part fit in during an accident. Well, stabbing did happen. I twisted the facts for a little fun though. What is life without some fun, right?

A dear nurse there (not the ordinary ones, with those short skirts and pretty hands, rather a tall hunk) stabbed them both ( !! ) on their butts twice. I even got a pic of vp getting stabbed as a memento, but he has literally threatened me with physical harm. So you don't get to see it. After all, if he is true to his word , which i have the best intentions of believing in, i would be getting the same stabbing later, ain't it?

A message the next day went like this.

Accidentil parikketta VPyodu doctor : Stitch Idanamallo..
VP : ethrayaakum?
Doc: 750 roopa..
VP: Eeshwara.. Athey.. Stitchittal mathi, embroideri onnum venda..!

SO that's the update for now. Though i have the photos and videos of the whole affair, i am too scared to put it up on my blog ;). So till something happens next time, adios.

I got a Ride

It was on a 7th evening that i left my home to join this college. And two years and 4 months later, on another 7th, i get myself a bike. Ya, i finally got one. Those days of pleading and threatening are behind me, and now i ride a brand new Hero Honda CBZ Xtreme.

It's a long story how i ended up with this CBZ. After much deliberatios, we had settled on hunk, and got the papers ready for that. This was primarly because i was told by the dealer that i'll have to wait for about one month after booking to get myself a black and red CBZ. And i wanted a black hunk then.

May be my lucky stars, when i reached the showroom, there's no black hunk and instead there was 10 CBZ lying around, from which my father asked me to pick one. It was a total surprise considering that just 5 minutes prior to that my father had told me "the only 'bike' i find here is CD Deluxe which i would like to buy for you, rest all doesn't look much like a bike."

First stop apart from the pump was at the church. After all, he's the only one who can see to it that i get back home the way i left. After a round of thanks, i'm off.

No adventure plans. Just the daily commute. :) [ i wish].