A Journey in Curfew !!!!!
It was for the last two days that my city had turned violent and ferocious. The streets, which were my best friends in any other normal day, have disguised in the worst enemy. The city was tensed, police, RPF were lightening fast in action and the pleasant breeze of the city had turned into messengers giving messages of stinking bodies, robbery and brawling.
All of a sudden I got the news of relaxation in curfew for 2 hours in some areas. Staying at my sister’s home since curfew was announced, I was eager to reach home. I took my bike and within no time I came on the main road. Unaware of the non-relaxation areas, I was noticing that number of persons on the road was diminishing very fast, but I surpassed this indication.At 55 kmph, I saw several piles of stones, broken tube lights, broken hockey, tore clothes coming towards me and passing by me. It was only after I saw several policemen coming towards me; I realized my mistake of entering into still curfew area. I was double minded. One mind said- just turn around and double the speed, the other insisted lets talk to them because turning around could be fatal. I stopped and put off my helmet, kept my poise and stared at one of the cops. He asked my identity, checked my license and showed me an alternative route for the same. This 15 min were full of tension. I had never encountered a well equipped group of cops before. I thanked him and of course the Almighty and drove to the said path assuming I’ll get home smoothly now.
Destiny had its own plot for the drama. The relaxation was just for 2 hours and after almost quarter to one hour of relaxation time, I was hardly a considerable distance from where I had started. Anyways, my bike was now at 45 kmph, in reserve, going through narrow streets. I was just about to reach the main road when at ones a battalion surrounded the area and curfew was announced again in that area. I, along with some of the dare devils like me was stunned and immediately turned our vehicles. We were driving with no directions and that to my bike was in reserve. I should get back to the sister, I thought and turned the bike, but that road was also blocked. Now I was in the trap, unable to find what to do. I slowly drove to a police man and told him to guide me. He showed me two alternatives- one a very long and second a shorter but full of risks. Bike in reserve, petrol pump closed, I decided to choose the shorter route. My first encounter with armed cops was very helpful for me. It was infact the preparation of the future encounters. During my short route, I was checked thrice. Ultimately passing through narrow streets, slums and getting checked I reached home. As I was opening the lock the police van started its peculiar siren and curfew was announced again.
All of a sudden I got the news of relaxation in curfew for 2 hours in some areas. Staying at my sister’s home since curfew was announced, I was eager to reach home. I took my bike and within no time I came on the main road. Unaware of the non-relaxation areas, I was noticing that number of persons on the road was diminishing very fast, but I surpassed this indication.At 55 kmph, I saw several piles of stones, broken tube lights, broken hockey, tore clothes coming towards me and passing by me. It was only after I saw several policemen coming towards me; I realized my mistake of entering into still curfew area. I was double minded. One mind said- just turn around and double the speed, the other insisted lets talk to them because turning around could be fatal. I stopped and put off my helmet, kept my poise and stared at one of the cops. He asked my identity, checked my license and showed me an alternative route for the same. This 15 min were full of tension. I had never encountered a well equipped group of cops before. I thanked him and of course the Almighty and drove to the said path assuming I’ll get home smoothly now.
Destiny had its own plot for the drama. The relaxation was just for 2 hours and after almost quarter to one hour of relaxation time, I was hardly a considerable distance from where I had started. Anyways, my bike was now at 45 kmph, in reserve, going through narrow streets. I was just about to reach the main road when at ones a battalion surrounded the area and curfew was announced again in that area. I, along with some of the dare devils like me was stunned and immediately turned our vehicles. We were driving with no directions and that to my bike was in reserve. I should get back to the sister, I thought and turned the bike, but that road was also blocked. Now I was in the trap, unable to find what to do. I slowly drove to a police man and told him to guide me. He showed me two alternatives- one a very long and second a shorter but full of risks. Bike in reserve, petrol pump closed, I decided to choose the shorter route. My first encounter with armed cops was very helpful for me. It was infact the preparation of the future encounters. During my short route, I was checked thrice. Ultimately passing through narrow streets, slums and getting checked I reached home. As I was opening the lock the police van started its peculiar siren and curfew was announced again.
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