Originally posted by: shilpita87
We were getting late to the party. It was already 8.30PM. I and my friends were on bikes. I was sitting behind Gaurav who was new to the city just like me. He was new to driving as well. So when the signal was just going red, all my other gang-members sped away evading the signal in spite of traffic-police incessant whistles but Garry, as we fondly call him slowed down to a halt. He reassured me that he knew the way to the Disc we were going to. He confidently steered the bike to the left when we came across a four square road. Soon the houses on the street became sparse. The trees grew huge and the roads silent and shrouded in darkness. He kept zooming on as the wind grew chilling ad whipped past my ears. Pulling my scarf closer I wondered loudly if a disc in such a jungle would be such a hit. He kept quiet and I realized' Opps! He knew the stats of mugging and crime in city like these, on streets like these. He kept going till we reached a small market like place. He braked in and asked a man the way to the disc. The man looked incredulously at us and told us that we were on completely different part of the city almost in opposite direction. He asked where we took the turn. We should have turned right, he said. After another hour and half of wandering around asking random people the directions we finally reached the Cassanova disc at around 11.15 PM. The performance of the DJ, our friend who was participating in the "war of DJ contest" was long over. After suffering a lot of ribbing by friends that we had purposely got lost on streets to enjoy a romantic long drive and that we were secretly dating and all such nonsense, Garry was again driving me home very late at night. When I got off his bike, he smiled and said that he was sorry for the inconvenience he caused. He got confused at the crossroads and took the wrong one. I smiled and said it's Ok, after all by taking the wrong road we now know which road lead where. As we bid goodnight and parted, him taking the straight road that lead to main street and me taking the left lane to enter my society, I contemplated how tricky it is to decide the right route on a crossroad.