In your life you are surrounded by good people and fortunately I have been finding the best of the lot wherever I have been. These people around you make your stay a memorable one with their lives which get unknowingly interlinked to ours and you start enjoying multiple lives at the same moment. This story belongs to one of such person who makes others live her joy with her amazing enacting skills and ability to make someone smile. Name and whereabouts of person are least bothered as the message to be conveyed is with your simple and small gestures you can make others happy.
So the hero of this story is a girl (I won’t dare to call her heroin as woman rights activists will jump on me). This hero will give you an impression of being very silent and kiddo types, but a real life proof of what they say looks are deceptive. As you get to know him well he proves the limca ad saying “जोर का झटका धीरे से लगे” wrong, as she is “जोर का झटका जोर से लगे” types. A complete fun loving and a 24X7X365 , FM radio mirchi channel with all time only entertainment shows ( of course you need to have guts to bear it , that’s why I think he has got so many different groups of friends covering a wide range of people)
So now done with all crap and the real story begins
Blastophobia or Blastophilia:
Plot: The story is set in beautiful campus of IIT K and here there are lots of bicycles with every bicycle narrating its own story. Some bicycles are new ones some are being passed on over generations.
Thus the hero of our story has a bicycle, when you will have a first glimpse of it your reaction will be nothing but “क्या ये चलती हे (Does this actually work)?”
So with such ultimate transport our hero roams around our campus.
Once this royal transport started giving trouble basically showing signs of old age and being unkempt, its tyres started getting puncture/burst. Thus after several incidences of tolerance which lead to a chain of cycle transfers in residing hall (Some say the situation had become so critical that people had to think for 5 mins that exactly whose cycle we have brought today and after this analysis they would begin the search for it).
So after this great era of tolerance and dependency on others, there came a golden day when the cycle got revamping.
Now the real story begins.
So on that great day, our hero returned to hall with a satisfaction of a great work done. The ‘pride’ as it is expected to do. It crept in a reluctance to be ready for a program at 1400 on time with a confidence or overconfidence as we have bicycle ready for our disposal. While washing clothes hero hears a big blast like sound first thought that comes to his mind is “किसीका tyre फिरसे फटा,with a smile he feels God bless that poor fellow”.
With this confidence and already crept in reluctance he comes out to leave at 1450 with a broad smile of a feeling that he has a bicycle at her disposal just waiting to be hopped on. While leaving he chats with lady guard near entrance “दीदी आज फिरसे फटा ना किसी का?”
Lady guard also promptly replies “हाँ हाँ, पर शायद तुम्हारा नहीं था”
With more pride hero moves toward royal transport and without even looking at condition tries to start ride and with first pedal the picture becomes clear and for me no need to narrate further.
After the above episode, sometime later our hero was in a meeting with his boss. Boss was explaining something. Hero hears a loud bursting sound like a tyre burst, probably from a far away parking slot (by that time hero had developed an ear for such sounds). Because of bursting hero also smiled unintentionally and at same time boss also cracked a joke .Boss saw him laughing and was happy that he cracked a good joke and hero was like thank God it burst at right moment.
Since then whenever there is a bursting sound hero is remembered and smiles are exchanged.
That’s why title is blastophobia or blastophilia meaning we don’t know whether we laugh as we are afraid that it’s not mine or because of all what’s written above.
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