It seemed a usual night.. around 1AM. Saturday night. its normal for us to be awake at such times on Saturday, errr, actually Sunday. Usually we are rarely outside home. But it wasn't supposed to be a usual night. After all, not always does one of us walk up the Indian street (in Jersey) hand in hand with a blonde. hmmm... I see eyebrows raising.. well that was just to build the suspense.. hee heee.. Arijit, Tushar, Devendra and me.. were walking from babu's house to ours.. we wouldn't have been going to our house had we not had to leave for six flags the following morning. Now at the corner we see a blonde, weeping aloud. There were still people on the street, all ignoring her after a curious first glance. But somehow, we could not help but ask what was wrong. "I want to go home." she cried. I don't know weather it was cowardice or prudence that made us proceed only slowly towards her. She was clearly in need of help and we were skeptical of leading a helping hand. So much for the progress mankind has made, its still got a long way to go. Arijit, the one who seemed most amused at her first sight was most forthright in getting forward. He had the least hesitation. We asked her whereabouts of her home and she said she lived in Jersey. "But this is Jersey" we said.. "No its newark" she would not believe us, whatever reason she was left with after her drinks, she had used to read the Newark Avenue board on the street (newark Avenue happens to be the actual name of the Indian street in Jersey) . It was futile to argue with her. She would not understand. Now we were divided on the next course of action, Arijit insisting we call the cab, me and Devendra being more inclined towards calling 911. But then Arijit was more convincing and being more American than all of us put together (in terms of time spent here :D ) we decided its better to let him take a call. But then she could not explain her address to the cab driver we called up. Oh did I mention she had no money.. shit! I am the one who's guaranteed to have cash... I was wishing her home was nearby.. so it'd pinch my pocket a bit less. Well now back to the scene.. We had somehow managed to get her address. Now she wanted to get up.. Tushar being near her, gave her a hand.. but she could not stand firm and had to be escorted. So Tushar had to do the honours. Now Devendra & me went to the nearest cab stop and get a cab while Tushar and Arijit helped her walk to the main street. Again i forgot to mention the surprise of the onlookers to see 4 desis and a blonde walk together. We managed to get a cab real fast and it was only $7.. :) We tipped the driver too.. and asked him to ensure she reaches her house and hoped the same happened.
Sunday morning she'd have got up with a headache with faint remembrance of how she got home. Worst still she'd not have remembered who helped her, but probably she'd have learned her lesson. Just probably she'll feel she was lucky she was dumped on Indian street and that a few desis and not drunk kallas found her and would understand she can't afford to be so messed up again. May be she'll change. Possibly she won't, but its hope that carries this world ahead...
1 comment:
bravo to all of you! Maybe she wont remember who helped her out. But she will know that there was someone out there kind enough to get her out of her predicament, and must have been some of her good karmas that she landed up on an indian street and not some wild niga corner .That would have been disastrous. kudos to you :)
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