The Great Conspiracy

Friday was a holiday in Bangalore, all thanks to Ugadi - the local New Year. On thursday, my friends and I planned a Wonderla trip to great detail. We planned to start at 8.30 AM on Friday and reach Wondela by 11 AM. But none of that materialised as every body slept till 10 AM, and the Wonderla trip became an M.G.Road visit later that day. Our quest for the 'Colors of India' was fairly successful at Garuda mall. But, all the talk about office politics, life, cricket and election was even more wonderful. As usual, our managers, marriage, IPL and our own favourite political parties were the most active topics. Exhausted, we returned and had food from Kairali Resaturant near Forum mall. Mallus are always at war with chicken, mutton and Fish. We contributed towards increasing the head count of chicken by one each. Satisfied, we left the scene. I had to travel alone as all other guys are staying near electronics city and I am staying in Taverekere. Little did I know about the conspiracy that had been plotted against me!!

I started walking towards Taverekere road. To get rid of the boredom of walking alone, I was talking over the mobile phone to my cousin. This dude was learning Java. Even though he don't need my help, I always try to help him. May be, my ego gets its satisfaction that way. At that time, I was telling him what 'Abstraction really is'. I was explaining the concept in detail citing the Black Box paradigm (huh!). After all, I had all the time till I reach home. Suddenly some guy patted me on the head from behind. At first, I thought that some of my roomies were teasing me. With in seconds, I came to my senses and realised that it was a robbery attempt. There were two guys in a Yamaha RX 100, trying to steal my mobile phone. Fortunately (for me), he could just scratch my hand. There was a small bleeding. But my mobile escaped the kidnapping attempt, unhurt. In hindsight, I realised that it was a planned attempt. Those guys were following us from the restaurant. Since I was alone, I was targetted. When those guys approached me, they didn't even reduced the speed and just sped away after the attempt. All I could see was the first line of the number plate. It was KL-09. Bloody mallus!

The next day, we attempted to locate the bike by roaming around the whole area. But, of little use. I think I know now, who those guys are. They are the comrades revolting against a 'bourgeois' who works for the capitalist America. Aargh....the commies, they are to blame for every thing wrong.