I have experienced the life at an early age. Believe me if anybody wants to know about the woes and cares of existence, I am a typical example. Yet, there are parts of my sorrowful journey, which are worst of all…as I may regard them. I am about to narrate one of such an incident.

Everybody knows that the mortality rate due to the traffic accidents is greater than the wars and general terrorism. Slow driving is appreciated round the globe. But the fun and enthusiasm of breaking the laws cannot be denied. Francis Bacon expressed:

One of the seven was wont to say: "That laws were like cobwebs; where the small flies were caught, and the great break through"

I am sure that every person in this world thinks of himself as one of the greatest individual enjoying all the powers but suppressed by all for no good reason. It therefore becomes his innate right to break the laws and reveal his mettle by not abiding by the law; same is the case in my story.

I also enjoy over-speeding, and I also want to be a part of all such rides. The only problem, though, is that my parents, like the parents of many others, think exactly the opposite way. This is why I am not allowed to drive and mostly forced to sit home instead of roaming around with my friends.

It was an exciting day when my friends came over to my place at night to pick me up for a Yankee drive. I set off with them at something like nine. The permission from Dad was on the ground that I was just driving down to the nearest ice cream parlour for some desserts. But of course I was not. First we fired the roads and picked up the rest of our pals. Then, it was time for all the action. An under eighteen friend of mine was driving. There were skids, and surfs, and spins, and those right angled turns. The speedometer was touching its hundred and thirty in the city drive. We were truly hysterical, and believe me…it was fun. We had a bit of food, window-shopped some boutiques, checked out some chicks and then we were back again on the four wheels.

This time it was even better. The road was all broad and smooth. The car paced towards a rickshaw. When hardly a meter or so, there was a fun turn and back again. The staring just went right and left, but what was this. There was a Tonga, to our surprise…just ahead of the rickshaw that we overtook. So there was a sudden screech…and turn… and there was a hit at the Tonga…and there was a turn…and at a speed of 120Km/hr, the car was out of balance and up on the separation of the two roads. Ten inches or so above the road was our car…breaks pressed firm and the car finally stopped after breaking through the poles. All smashed was the windscreen, all smashed was the bonnet. And badly crushed and dispersed were the pieces of the Tonga. With bumpers off and two tyres busted, the car was in no more condition to be driven away from the site of accident. A person on the Tonga was complaining of a broken knee. The horse was no more able to be used for the conveyance and so was shot dead later. Though all was tried to be kept calm but the case could not have been stopped from being registered in the police.

And well what a case it was. A driver without license, while over-speeding, hits a Tonga, and consequently two passengers of the Tonga went to the general ward, and one in the CCU of a government hospital. The car was taken over by the police temporarily, and by the grace of God and a strong back, all from the car were back home instead of being behind the bars. The car was also returned later as there were no casualties. Christopher Bowen once remarked:

The rain it raineth on the just

And also on the unjust fella:

But chiefly on the just, because

The unjust steals the just’s umbrella

Well this was the end to my short story. I leave the conclusion to you. You may drive like a fierce lion for the sake of fun. Or you may drive safe like a timid deer for the sake of your family.