One fine morning my childhood
friend calls me and says
"Amber yaar, the ZEN D is up
for grabs. As you have asked to be the first person to know this. here you are"
"Wah Wah, Vibhor. Its good. By
the way I am in Bathinda and I will take it for a good spin"
"Aye sure" says Vibhor
and hangs up.
This is the conversation
regarding a car that was known to no abuse, and low miles registered, full
service history and a know bang on the front fender.
Being from Panjab you may be able to afford whatever
you want to buy, but you still want a ZEN, ZEN D or Di is even better because
we don't care if it has a speed of a snail but it should be a ZEN that looks
good. Wide alloys with wide tyres and Dinchak Dinchak car entertainment system
is a must or should be on the menu.
I ask my Mrs. to be ready to run
some errands around the town before we have to head back to Delhi the next day.
We drive down to Vibhor's place exchange usual greetings, have tea and leave
the car and take the ZEN.
After driving for a few miles I
realised something is wrong, may not be serious but wrong. We stopped at a
market, I have never been to this market but it was opposite to my friend
Siddharth Goel's house. My wife who has been well trained by me to spot small
things in cars and bikes said "It seems something with the engine".
Then I realised that the car is not Revving. We have been driving it around but
the sound signature of the engine has been the same! no increasing revs!, just
the typical Diesel Clatter Idling sound.
Now as I knew what the problem
was I tried a few things to correct it, then drove it to a ramp somehow. and
here is what happened. I woke up.
What! it was just a dream. It was
not real. The car has been gone for last 2 years and I was not even the first
person to know that it is being sold.
Wondering about all this I still
hear the diesel clatter idling sound, then I realised that it was coming from
the a FAN in the hospital ward that I was sharing with another LAD who had his
Knee operated. The diesel clatter idling sound that I would have loved to own
now became a pain in the bottom, it was like Delhi belly song "I love you
like I hate you". for next few hours I had to constantly hear it even
after my ears muffled with cotton.
I wish I was really hearing a diesel
engine. again they say if wishes were horses.....
"Please don't minds the grammers mistakes"
"Please don't minds the grammers mistakes"
