N. men everywhere…

Going to my aunt’s place is now fraught with dangers. Normally I park my bike in her old apartment complex in Alaknanda and hitch a ride with her to the baarder. But now I think I will brave the maniacs who zip up and down the jungle road with their headlights on high beam.

All this because of the life altering, psyche scarring encounter the last time I picked up my bike from Alaknanda. It was twilight and I was going through my usual routine of fighting with my bike. I always have to kick start it some five times before the engine fires. So anyhow, there I was swearing at the bike when I noticed some chap at the end of the passage walking by. No big deal. Then a few minutes later (I’m still kick starting) he walks back and towards me and serenely strolls past me. And at that single instant I realized what was so odd – his clothes. He was wearing a T shirt. Just a T shirt. And shall we say that he was…ahem… at attention?

Needless to say I renewed my efforts at starting the bike with increasing fervour and sped out of there. I did do my civic duty by telling the security guy about it. Strangely he was rather indifferent. Perhaps he was wondering what the fuss was about. Maybe the chap is resident kook, known to all as that weird wandering naked guy.