5 Breaks Night

Tonight was one of the most fun filled nights i have had in quite some time. Reminiscent of the nightouts that in the college. It was 5 breaks night. My friend buzzed me around 7 PM , i was still working in office waiting for the clock hands to strike 7.30 to catch my cab which takes me back to home. He offered me to drop at home by his car and planned to stop for maggie from the famous roadside magggie walla.


5 breaks night

This story circumlocutes Myself, My friend and His Blue colored Maruti 800(93 model) Car. Car which was in shambles. At first look, this crumbling didnt look strong enough to carry a "1 quintal" person plus a "half quintal" person to their destination 50 kms away. Nevermind..the Manoromic Journey had just begun amidst Cool weather and strong winds.


1st Break: The car stopped in the 5 km of this 50 km long journey. And i found myslef laughing and making calls to friends..meanwhile my friend looked into the issue only to find out that "The car's got heated up, We need to wait till it Cools down ".


It seems a waiting time of nearly 20 minutes wasnt good enough to coool the car..So we Push Started the Car.. I pushed it ..for 200 mtrs.. with all the energy. The damnit started and we rolled.


2nd, 3rd and 4th Break:
Our happiness was short lived as the car had its own course. It stopped whenever and wherever she wanted to..in the middle of a busy road, on a sharp turn...or just short of an incline. The places kept on changing, but the only helping hand rather "my pushing hand" was always there...behind it.

5th Break :
By now i was pretty comfortable with this whole game, i felt no shame in getting out and making the car run with my hand..infact i felt a sense of accomplishment everytime i started it by pushing. But this final...break..was may be due to empty tank..and this was the last worst thing that could happen. No petrol means..a still car..which cant be started even by pushing. Luckily, we reached a nearby petrol pump. And this time...we asked the service men at the gas station to push the car. Only to be stopped by a sardarji who requested us to push his car( ha ha....this fateful night had even more targets). We chuckled and knowing our bad condition, decided to help this man and his ailing car. We pushed his car..not by our hands though. This time we did it with the help of our car which was still running. My friend slowly..stapled our car's front to the sardarji car's back and pumped our car..wonderfully...the car started! We recieved a thumbs up as a gesture of thanks...and moved on !!!

I have no reason to condemn my friend's car. For it gave me a wodnerful break from the daily hustle and bustle. I had not laughed this much in past few months. Altough i dont wish to be in such situation again, still what more to expect in a cool windy night?