Karupu thaan ennaku pudicha coloru!!!

These HR bozos at my workplace came up with this novel, ingenious idea of expressing our support for the anti-corruption movement sweeping the nation. Everyone has to come dressed in black to work ( room pottu yoschirunga pola iruku !!). I think people are running out of ideas in expressing their support, having done everything in the book…

Fasting, running, marching, mass bunking classes, climbing and sitting on top of hoardings and light poles. I heard celebrities even went topless (no kidding). So wearing black to work didn’t seem a bigger deal to me. The day arrived, And I  liberally clad myself in BLACK.

Black kurtha to go with a even darker black pants, black cut shoes,black hair band and a black back bag. The only thing that was not black on me was my 32 teeth.And so the day went well with some presentation, speech by prominent people saying yada-yada-bla-bla-and more blas, signing building sized posters and everything. The entire thing was a huge success.

So, after a tiring day at work, I dropped myself off the company bus and began my 12-15mins walk to my place. It was a little late on that particular day around 8:30 ish and I was   strolling down this dark-alley kind of deserted street with my ipod plugged in. I’ve walked down this road many a times so nothing weird has happened .Ever…until tonight!!!!

 Ok people…hereon, imagine as u read it…I might add a Manoj-Night-Shyamalan effect to this…

It was an unusually dark evening, given it had rained earlier that day , the air was still damp. There was a chill in the breeze, the one that would give you goose pimples. There wasn’t a soul on the street. But somehow I could feel a pair of eyes on my back. I kept walking totally oblivious to the fact that he has been following me for quite some time now. There was some sort of disturbance in the scene,. Something was amiss. Something was going to be amiss. I kept walking almost half way down the road. This was the part of the street that was the darkest. Tall, lanky sleepy looking rain trees towered on both sides over looking the street. And precisely at that moment my stalker decided to reveal himself and made a grand entry.

He ran past me, did an about-turn in slow mo  and looked me straight into my eyes.Just a couple of arm’s distance separated me and my stalker.I stopped walking and stood my ground .There he was,standing on all fours.teeth bared.eyes narrowed,except for the menacing growl that amplified every second .The dog was as rigid as a rock. And guess what, my stalker was not alone.He brought company,  by the looks of it his girlfriend (don’t ask me how I  know that) another aging mutt growling her  lungs out. And before I could take another step there was another one behind me. The dogs practiced polygamy I thought and giggled to myself. Damn,An untimely  joke that my stupid brain comes up with,instead sending signals to my legs to run for my life.

Its  funny,  street dogs don’t attack innocent-good-looking-medium-height-slim-fairly paid-IT professional-hot-girl….ahem…ok..lets not get carried away...I meant dogs generally  don’t attack normal people. Now whats with these mutts!!!!!!!.Do I look like a rag picker or something.No offence to those people, but they are the once who are often rounded up by street dogs right…

Ahh..that’s  when it struck me. I looked down at myself…all dressed in black with my hair loose in total darkness -  I look like something that walked off a grave yard spreading darkness around or the devil herself from hell. Can’t blame the dogs for protecting their territory. My heart was starting to beat faster as the dogs started rounding me up. Running now was no more an option. Time to time,I have thought about how I would die and It often involves a nice cushiony bed, lots of flowers around and sun light streaming in the room and I would wake up peacefully passing away with a smile on my face. But now, from the looks of it…this is going to be a massacre of sorts.

”In the end, it doesn’t even matter”- linkin park song started playing on my pod. What timing…cha!!!...

Trust me, I just stood there with my eyes closed clutching my bag tightly, and silently cursing the idiot who came up with the idea of wearing black clothes.Whispering…”Muruga, muruga,muruga….” Thinking I AM DEAD MEAT TONIGHT.

And suddenly out of nowhere, like batman in his bat mobile, an auto came zooming to  a crashing halt as I put my hand out,the dogs scattered and broke their rounding up routine.I quickly climbed into  james bond’s auto and zoomed through the darkness…….to live another day.

Fortune favors the brave.Not brave enough to venture into that street again. I now take a round about route, thrice the distance…to walk back home after home…Shabbbbbaaa!!!!