the night, memorable

My car screeched as I took the U-turn and chased the silver Prosmatic ahead. Roared my Parado’s engine as I dragged my car in the 2nd gear – my mind was preoccupied by the situation that it couldn’t send any signals to move my hand from the steering to the gear.

The Prosmatic driver was an expert in this job – I presume – and knew the streets of MACHS better than me. Since it was my first encounter, ignoring the consequences, I was confident enough to chase him, or was it a her ? Or may be my Parado gave me the confidence that I needed at that time.

A right turn. A Left. Another u-turn and an immediate left. The cold night wasn’t favoring my driving skills and the thought of using the heater almost made me lose track of the Prosmatic.

The Prosmatic slowed down. I immediately scanned for any turns or u-turns on that cold street and spotted one a little distance from the Prosmatic. Foreseeing the movement I raced and blocked the turning. I grabbed my KK and jumped off my Prado pushing my shawl around my neck and towards the back. I didn’t feel the need for the KK but one shot of my revolver at the rear tire was enough to scare the driver out of the car.

The door opened. Black boots out of the car. I ordered both hands to be shown. Right hand appeared. I loaded the KK and up came the left hand as well, a ring around the pinky. The hands were shaking. The night was dark I couldn’t yet figure out if it was a he or a she.The legs moved a little and the driver’s head appeared above the car door. Red lips on that fair face were all I could manage to see in the darkness when something hard hit me behind my head.

I opened my eyes & found myself in the hospital. I looked around the room and tried to sit at the same time but the pain pulled me back on the bed. I could here voices nearby, maybe outside the room. I recognized one out of two voices outside. It was my friend from the university, but what was he doing there. He didn’t come in to get his face matched with the voice but I m sure it was him. The voices died and silence prevailed. Someone passed by the door, I looked through the window and all my paralyzed mind could register was the red lips. That was the last thing i recognized that night till three days later when my brother came for visit.

my way or the highway

The blue alto came from my left, squeezed itself from between my car and the black taxi  infront of me on my left and back in front of me and disappeared in what seemed like a few speechless-mouth-wide-opened-eyes-bulging-out seconds.  All this happened on the bridge. Someone overtakes me on the bridge and that too on the turning on the bridge!

The next day i.e. today, there was this white saloon it appeared from the street on the extreme left of shahrah-e-faisal and made its way from the extreme left lane towards the fast lane and back to extreme left making a kind of semi-circle.

And then we have honks before the signal even gets yellow from red and during traffic jams. We also see decently dressed people at their indecent-est. Well these are the norms of karachi streets whose details i won’t like to deal with at the moment.

They say,”to judge a person you should invite him/her for dinner.” and I say you should go on a drive with him/her

People are literally insane. Or may be they get the insane curse once they touch the steering wheel. Infact, its the car manufacturers! They cast a hopus-focus on the steering wheel before floating their cars in the market. Apparently,this is the only explanation to the haphazardness caused on the streets n roads.

Did i make any sense because i m really sleepy n going to bed after pressing the ‘publish’ button.