Mondays ... The first and the worst day of the week ! Who loves to go to work after partying on Sunday ? I don't think I can find anyone of that caliber. Except of course the managers, who tend to blow off their frustration on us poor employees.
Nevertheless, I was heading back home. Was so frustrated working overtime, that I could beat the hell out of anyone. I picked up my cell phone and called my partner in crime, Mohit. He informed me that he had got his car to office and that I should join him. I couldn't ask anything more than a nice and comforting ride home. And the best part is, I had a chauffeur for myself.
I immediately asked my manager if he could drop me near my Mohit's office considering the fact that he drives past that location everyday on his way back home. He agreed and I had yet another chauffeur !!! I started to like the day.
As expected, my Manager was not a big speed freak. I could see cars overtaking us. Even a bullock cart overtook us. I realized that I would have reached the destination faster if I was on foot !! Eventually, I reached Mohit's office. He had been waiting for me since a thousand light years.
I didn't try to give him any explanations for my delay as I knew it was of no use. So, I quietly got into his car, turned on the music and we were off. It was a long time since Mohit and I drove to some place, even if it was driving back home. Both of us were very exhausted after a long day's work. At least I had the liberty to shut the blinds of my eyes whenever I wanted. Advantage of not siting on the driving seat.
We reached a junction and it was very dark. No street lights.. powerful head lights of cars moving in opposite direction piercing our eye balls. A usual situation in that part of the world. Everyone out there is used to blind driving. Instinctively, all are pro drivers.
There is usually a lot of traffic at this junction due to the poor management. But, luckily there was no traffic today. Moreover, no cops. So, our tired home sick minds couldn't think of anything other than ignoring the signal lights. What did we know that it wasn't the best idea.
We had just moved some meters when we saw a pair of flashing headlights in the rear view mirror. Generally, this means, "Let me pass" or "STOP". In this case, it meant the later!!! Yes, it was the cop car and they were in pursuit of us. None of us wanted to get caught like this. I asked Mohit if he had any plans of pulling over but he didn't respond. He just kept driving. I took this gesture for a "NO".
I couldn't imagine what would be the consequences of this pursuit. Actually.. I didn't want to even think about it ! I could feel that I was sitting with some F1 driver and that he is driving for his life. After a few miles, we managed to lose the trail. We were no longer being followed. Our breaths eased and we drove smoothly back to our homes !
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