It was monday early morning at around 5:30, I wake up bcuz of the stupid power cut. I couldn't concentrate on my sleep and dream but Still then I decided to sleep for some more time. I cann't tolerate any more....started sweating, waked up and went towards the balcony in drowsyness. I looked up to the sky and then looked down. I couldn't see my bike on the road, I bend down little bit to check it again. In the drowsyness I thought I am in the set of a filmalaya studio....suddenly a scene of "Raju Bangaya Gentleman" flashed in my mind..... Then i return back to reality and realized that my bike has been stolen. I rushed to the washroom, washed my face and ran back to balcony and looked down again for re-confirmation. Now I was sure that some one has stolen my cocktail wine red color pulsar 180 cc bike bearing vehicle no DL4S-BC-7920.
I called my younger brother and went down stairs to have a look around in a hope of getting my bike. The 1st floor uncle and aunt asked me where is ur bike....I said its gone....in a sad voice. At that time I couldn't understand what to do exactly. They suggested to call on 100 no and complaint about this. I and cheeku came upstairs. I called no 100 and complaint...and around 30 mins a call came from Bindapur police station. They had asked me to come over there. In my mind I was thinking that may be they have found my bike and calling me just for verification. I took bath, prayed god and get ready for Bindapur police station.
I reached over there around 8:15am and after 15 mins the incharge asked me to give a complaint in written. While returning back to room from police station...I was thinking what to do next and how to handle this situation...My cell rings up and it was from Mom. Mom had called me for asking about whether to put marble or tiles in the 2nd floor. I said do what will look better ...then I paused for a while and then said make it for marbel. My voice was not much clear to mom....it may be bcuz I was travelling in rickshaw or it may be bcuz of the recent shock. I narrated the whole thing to Mom. She got worried....I said don't worry ..the thief has stolen only my bike not my luck/faith...its with me. I can get another bike.
I have very bad habbit, I couldn't handle any shock alone...I always try to avoid the shock or any eveil happenings. so I decided to get myself engaged in office work and not to take leave 2day. I went office... Paji, gaurav, Mr reddy and chotta don were the 1st in office whom I said about my sad story. I show off as if nothing much serious has happen and it just a loss of Rs100-200. If I would have been sad then it would have contradicted my nature. The guy who always make fun of every thing is sitting idle bcuz his own bike has been stolen. It couldn't be....."THE SHOW MUST GO ON...picture to abhi baaki haai mere dost". They also made fun out of my stolen bike story. I tried to keep my self cool. I updated my status message as "Aaj dil uddas hai". All my friends over net asked about why such kind of status message...and I was narrating the story to them one by one. Rakesh came near me and guided me what to do next for registering a FIR for the bike stolen etc...
Till lunch time the news of my bike had been spread like virus throught out the office. During lunch time every one was consoling me and advicing me. Some of them were making fun out of this so that i will feel relax and not think so much on this matter.
Mom, didi, called thrice and asked whether I am ok or not, had lunch or not....and so and so....
I was ok...but confused whether I should feel sorry and upset for my bike or should remain as cool as I am.
