Navigating through the smelly muck on first gear and setting foot into it, after dirtying my sneakers and with a complete and utter preoccupation of the state of my footwear and how I would have to clean it up, along with cleaning up the bike, I entered the gates of our campus.
At the gate, there was a guy, a techie in one of the other companies located within the campus who asked me for a ride. Given the fact that our campus isn’t too small, and that there was a distinct possibility that he was asking for a ride because he was late for a meeting, I ‘kindly’ obliged and stopped the bike.
Our man sat on the bike and promptly put his arms on the side, in a manner that seemed like he was holding my waist. The only solace I had, the music playing away in my helmet (songs from Iron Maiden’s Brave New World), also seemed to disappear suddenly as I found myself saying (and I never imagined I would actually be saying something that sounded like this) – “Bro, hands off, keep them to yourself!” or omething to that effect, and I am only able to paraphrase because of the fact that I was too agitated and I can’t really remember what I said.
He was obviously (as a certain Aswath Venkataraman mentions) a HT, and by the looks of it, with strong homosexual leanings. He didn’t seem to understand, and I had to tell him to take his hands off by actually brushing them off like dirt.
I have nothing against gay people, so long as they choose to hold nothing against me, specially their hands against my waist. That chooth motherfucker (pardon the profanity, I personally think its the first time I’ve ever cursed majorly in a year) is going to get it next time. Did I mention it was the worst day of my life?
