Don't Stop - He is not Human !

“Yeh Sauna Belt pehenne se sirf 2 ghanton meri kamar 2 inch kamm ho gayi. Amazon ke junglalon mein mili avishkaarak jadi-booti adbhut hai” . “Shut that bloody TV off “ – said Ravi. It was 1am and all three of us- Myself(Laxy), Ravi and Jha-ji were still awake. “Lets go on a long ride” – said Jhaji. “Are u nuts, where r we gonna roam in these wee hours” replied Ravi . “C’mon yaar, i know this highway – totally secluded ... We can ride our Pulsars as Bajaj wants us to – Remember their cool ads” – Jhaji has answers to all problems.

Finally Jhaji convinced us and we started our ride. Two bikes and three guys. It was on the outskirts of Hyderabad city. The road was smooth and the only thing we saw were trees , thick jungle and more jungles. The night was chilling and the cold air was rushing quickly giving us goose bumps. We were racing with each other when i saw this thing that made the time froze for me. One very-very old man that looked like a construction worker, wearing a old white vest and a rugged white lungi carrying a cement bag on his shoulders and walking very slowly on the roadside.He didn’t looked anywhere. Just walking straight step by step . Inspite of being so dark , he was so apparently visible as some kind of aura was surrounding him.

Suddenly i felt a very strong smell as if something was burning and it felt like my bike engine was melting and giving away those strong fumes. I accelerated to catch up with Jhaji and asked – “Jhaji, did u noticed something?” ..... To which Jhaji replied- “Chalte raho Laxy, Woh insaan nahi hai !” Those words took the shitt out of me ... “And, yeh smell jo tumko aa rahi hai, woh uski haemin rokni ki chaal hai. Chalte raho Laxy, rukkna matt”. My heartbeat pumped up so much that i wouldnt have stopped the bike even if it exploded.

We raced away with full acceleration and after riding for about 2 hours we noticed a roadside dhaaba. Being so exhausted, we were all game for some chai-paani. We gave our order and as the convertion began with the dhaba owner. We asked him – “Bhaiya, yahan kuch bhoot vagehrah bhi hain kya?” and bhaiyaji replied – “ Yahan ek mazdoor ki maut ho gayi thee electric shock se , so kabhi kabhi woh logon ko dikhta hai” ... Oh my God !! So that wasn’t a mirage.. We all felt relaxed that we came out of it safely ... So we had our tea and snacks. Dhaaba owner too was about to close and pack and go home.

We nearly rode 150km+ and were also dead tired now. And were thinking of the long journey back home. All sitting relaxed on the dhaaba benches and discussing how we just had a near escape. Jhaji was chanting Hanumaan chalisa and all of us felt pretty safe as Jhaji is the religious fellow and knew how to handle these things. So we were also winding up and walking to our bikes parked across the road. And suddenly what we saw - The same old man walking in front of us , carrying the cement bag on his shoulders and walking at near dead pace. Our heart beats - thumping. None of us could shout –we were all out of breath. Body shivering and gasping mouthful of air – we didn’t knew what to do. We were about 100km+ from the place where we spotted him - hows is it possible ! The logical guy inside us was a mute spectator. But somehow we all managed to pull ourselves and reach out to our bikes and rushed like anything back home. That was the scariest night of my life.

[Based on True Story]