The Bully

We had some nice Chicken Kebab, before TC arrived.
So, damn lucky we thought ourselves as! We got up-gradation from 2nd class to AC compartment! We moved through 10 biggies of Udyan Express, so as to reach our new compartment.
It was some 10pm in the night, and we happily got on our berth, and were about to start snoring.
Bandu poked me and pointed towards the other half of the compartment. It wasn't like I had not noticed him, but there was lot more to notice.
He was a Giant ~200kg man, middle-aged, his arms as fat as a pillar. He had come with a lady, and was talking in local language to two other ladies, apparently mother and daughter. As the matter didn't seem to resolve, TC arrived. The chap welcomed him and gifted him a 500 Rs. note. TC's joy seemed to have no bounds. He left with tremendous respect for the man.
Now, not just it smelled fishy, it was fishy for sure. Disturbed by the happenings, Saptarshi aka bandu, friend accompanying me, asked them, politely, what was happening. The man said, we're just talking regarding some adjustment of seats. You don't worry, you've got a seat, so enjoy sleep.
It all seemed like peace talks before
wtf!
The man just came aggressively towards bandu and acted like punching him. I don't know if Bandu was in a position to feel 'any'thing, but I was shocked and started yelling for help.
Another young south indian guy came to our rescue and assured fat man that we won't interfere. He was still cursing Bandu in local language. We were totally clueless, what was happening. The talks with the ladies continued before the man left compartment for a minute or two. Immediately the mother came to bandu and said, we don't wish to shift, there are all guys in the other compartment. He's trying to separate us! So, when the big man, guru, as others referred to him as, came back in compartment, bandu was packing to leave to the other compartment. Had it been just adjustments of seats, Guru, should have been happy with Saptarshi's help. But alas, he started shouting at Bandu, unfortunately this time, we knew what he was yelling :(. He then sent his supposedly wife to the other compartment, and warned Bandu, 'Netagiri karata hai kya?, Mai $#^% saale tuze dekh lunga'.
So, we were clueless again! This chap had come with his wife, so we discarded possibility of rape.
Now, who the hell bribes 500 to the TC, even after having a ticket? It certainly wasn't right.
But, we thought that was the end of the story, and slept happily.
It was around 5 o' clock in the morning, when I woke up with Bandu shouting for help. 'Guru' was punching him, with all his power. Shit! I called for help with all my abilities. Before, anyone could even come to rescue us, the man left the train with Bandu bleeding from his mouth!
I was still shattered. What the hell had happened?

We kept finding different interpretations out of it, god knows what the case was!
But something was horribly wrong, and Bandu suddenly was hero in my perspective.
He didn't try to be one, except he tried to help the women subtly.
More than all that, I suddenly felt so insecure and helpless! Noone would have saved us, had the big man and his friends had kept hitting Bandu or us. This very much was Gunda raj. South India is well known for their respect to ladies, and what I was watching was totally the other pole. I am still thinking, what should have we done in this scenario, I still can't find a better way.
, and I am restless for all ladies and guyz who might end up facing such bullies.

Hangover!

Hi all,
I am back!
Back from Banglore and back to blog after a long time.
I had a very fruitful visit to ISRO. We literally worked day and night.
So only time we had to roam around was evenings :)
So, on the penultimate day, I and my colleague Husain decided to roam around and have a good dinner. So, we left for Oasis Mall in Kormangala. Quite a beatiful building and 'awwesome' food-mall, we thanked Anasuya for suggesting this place. Fire Wok seemed just too good.
While Sachin completed his milestone 200, we had a pancake and decided to do some window shopping and Shivajinagar, old market in Banglore. So, we took a bus and did some geeky survey on Gender inequality in the market and decided to boycott!
So we were on our way back. No we werent :(. We couldn't get a bus for some 5 crore hours, before some conductor suggested break journey. That was around 8.40. So we got in and grabbed a seat each! Next moment we were asleep thanks to the hectic work schedule.
Next time I ch!ecked my watch, it was 9.25, and we were in some remote location in Banglore.
We were totally frustrated, we took a rik and came back. All dreams of some awesome chinese food were broken and fried in 'fire wok' :(

Later I realised, I didn't even know, what place we had ended up at!
It was no different from hangover.

Now, I really appreciate the word, workoholic :P