All It Takes To Reck A Car Is A Dumbass & A Second

A Dumbass & A Second – We’ve got a lot of ‘One Seconds’, infact, we’ve got some 60 X 60 X 24 of it. Where the latter is hard to find sometimes, that’s where I come in. A day in my personal history which I’ll always remember (and probably get chills) as ‘the-day-I-wrecked-Dad’s-car’. Man, I felt like jumping into the river so that it could take me to the land of no-four-wheel-drive! And no, that’s not Iran/Iraq…well, maybe it is but that is not the point. The laws of physics does work and I practically experienced it when that ‘thing’ came right in front of my car. Now, I’m not saying that it was all the constructor’s fault. Yes, I admit, I should have gone around it, but come on, gimme a break – I’m new to the whole four-wheel drive thing!

All that said, I can’t explain how petrified/terrified/scarified/horrified I was after the whole incident. Its something like you’re doing a decent 40 on your speedometer, singing songs which go something like ‘la..lala..lalalal…lal…’ and bam! there you go! done! finished! You car’s a wreck. I can’t ever ask more forgiveness from Dad. Lucky for me, He’s (Dad, Yea, I refer to Mum & Paa in capital notation) super-duper cool! I’ll never forget the first thing he asked me when I called him saying I wrecked his car. He said, “Nothing happened to you, right?”

Ah… How much I felt like crying. Well, me, the protagonist aka ‘Dumbass’ of the story learnt a valuable lesson (which I totally forgot, after the concussion). So on my ending note, I’d say, “Dad, I love You and I promise not to wreck Your car ever again!” (That is if He lets me drive His car ever again). Its funny how we, the children, fear Them, our Parents, when They see us with nothing other than love in Their eyes.

Thanks Dad. You are and always be my hero and I wanna be like You someday.