Fifth march was that fateful day..
I had a disturbing experience in the bus while commuuting from koramangala to domlur. I was trying to get down at the Hero honda showroom (EGL) stop. There were some people standing at the foot board at the back door of the bus, I thought that they too were to get down here, So i stood nearby them. These ppl were drunk. As the stop approached ,suddenly one chap grabbed hold of my neck and his alliances blocked my way. I understood they were trying to snatch my purse and mobile. By the time the bus started moving. Whatever noise I made of "rokoo..roko" went unnoticed..
One guy then took my mobile from my pocket (was wearing jeans :o). The smell emanating from the losers was making me nauseated. Then I saw the mobile in a guys hand. I gathered all my strength and gave a punch in his goddamn stomach . His grip on the phone loosened and i snatched it back and rushed towards the door. But one more chap was standing on the foot board firmly holding the sidebars and apparently blocking my way. I felt like surrounded. Then i don't know what came to my mind..The bus was slowing down as it approached the flyover..I jumped out of the door under this guys shoulder..
Later I came to know that this was a gang of ppl operating on the 201 bus regularly..My teammate showed me an old mail of a guy explaining a similar experience, worser though..It was 11 in the night and this chap had to put up a fight , he had got beaten and deprived of his laptop,purse and mobile..
I thanked my stars and the very next week I got my bike..
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3 comments:
Ho Bhayankaram...
Anganeyaanalle bike vaangiyathu....
hmm....Johnny bravo!
The fact that those guys were drunk senseless, gave me the courage to do it :)
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