I met an old friend the other day. From college times. And then followed the usual reminiscing about the past. But it wasn’t the usual “do you remember the time we…” sort of regular boring chat. Thankfully, yours truly and the man in question had been involved in more than one incident no short of hilarity.
The guffaws came in droves when we took to talking about an years old weekend trip to Gorai. Our man had just bought a second-hand Santro and was on cloud nine over his first car. The wee hours of Sunday morning saw us and the car parked on the beach gazing into nothingness, listening to the waves, guzzling beer and solving African poverty.
The high tide was supposed to mark the time of departure. And stick to the plan we did. But unbeknownst to us, the beach kid of curves inwards towards the part that we were parked at. Needless to say, by the time the waves got to our car, the rest of the beach, which was further extended, was already under the waves, literally trapping us. I can remember a few moments of panic and then stepping out of a car bobbing with the waves. Frantic attempts of retrieval, feelings of confusion, a man with a bullock cart and a rope, a car being pulled out of waves by two sturdy bulls and a hysteric friend guffawing and cursing the fact that he had no camcorder to immortalize the tragedy…
We didn’t see much of the Santro after that. He has moved on. To a Zen and then to a WagonR to be precise. His next buy is going to be a Ritz. Wise choice, I would say. The Ritz is being touted as the car with the best drivability to hit Indian markets. Its suspensions have been modified from the ‘Splash’ version to meet Indian road conditions. The ground clearance too is apt for our ever potholed roads. Not that it is going to help against the waves…
Gorai is going to be a far throw from the Ritz, assures my friend. For his sake, I hope he is right.
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