Yes!
I’m a car. Oh boy you won’t believe me, I have enjoyed my life much more than
you may have ever imagined. I won’t start blabbering about my birth because….
Honestly! I don’t know when I was born or who my parents are. Don’t feel sad
for me I am not an orphan, and I have always been happy (probably it’s not 100%
true).
The
purpose of writing this short note is to tell you how grateful I am for this
precious gift of life. Ok! Let me put you in context by telling you about
myself. I am average looking fancy (or may be not) 4 or may be 5 seater sedan. My
headlights are so powerful that it can look into your soul. My windscreen
wipers are so good that it can peel your skin off and windscreen; it can
withstand a cannonball. My speed? I’m faster than a wild bunny with nitro
boost. My seats are as comfortable as an easy chair, and if you could, you want
to use them as beds. I like to keep the windows open because I like the air
brushing through me even on the inside. My monstrous engine is what keeps me
going.
Many
have enjoyed me and I have enjoyed their company too. All my owners loved me
unconditionally. Shhhh! Here’s a little secret. I’m a very optimistic being, so
I consider even the sad moments as a learning experience and I have no regrets.
I know I have spoken a little too much about myself, or may be not little but
lots of too much about myself. But wait! You need to know about my wheels, I
have mag wheels, those who don’t know what mag wheels are, I’m not gonna tell you,
just Google it. I’m drifting from the topic… ok my wheels are so good that they
go on any terrain. But they hurt sometime so I rest them especially at night.
Now my final confession about myself, I may not have the looks that will
impress you on the first meeting, but I have the charm that can make you never
let me go, never let me gooooooo…..(Yaa! I’m singing this part)
I had
many owners; everyone used me so well, maintained me and took good care of me.
The first one was cruel, but I won’t consider her my owner because she rejected
me ever before buying me. I had bad first experience, but I can’t blame her
because she didn’t even know me well. I had a little make over and than, all
were in love with me. I was passed on from person to person, not because I was
disliked but because I was too good for them to handle. Am I saying I too many
times? Probably yes! This is an autobiography u dumb a**.
My
owners kept on changing, so much so that I have lost the count. According to a
rough scientific estimate I may have had 15 to 16 owners. Life has been
wonderful and I have to confess that I have received most amount of love from
my last owner. He changed my life and even changed himself a little for my
sake. He loved me a lot and promised that he will never leave me, I was
skeptical but I believed. I told him that I’m old and he could easily buy a new
car, but he was not ready to listen. He tried to convince me that I’m the best…
I wasn’t convinced though.
One
fine or may be dreadful day, the worst that I had expected happened. I was just
dumped for the latest model of a little white shinny BMW. It came to me as a
shock, but it happened, I didn’t want to believe but all the same it was the
reality. I thought the new car was just rented or borrowed from a friend. I was
wrong, I was dumped and the new car was at home. I don’t know the reason or how
had I wronged him. He just left me in the middle of nowhere. I could not even
cry freely, I never cry, but this had never happened to me before, I didn’t
know how to handle the situation. I finally began questioning my worth and I
was doing it when my self-esteem had reached below the temperature of
Antarctica.
Oh!
He is back; I can see him at a distance. What happened to his new car? Why is
he all gloomy? I want to run away, he is the same person who had ditched me,
who had left me all alone without even a warning. I suddenly remembered a kid
who a few days back had shown me a lot of kindness and compassion. This kid too
had made similar promises like my last owner; this scared the hell out of me. I
pleaded to leave me alone and pack me into a box where I wouldn’t be able to
see the sun rise ever again. Yes! You heard me right .. put me in a box! For
I’m just an old little toy car. My last owner is just an arm’s length away,
looks like he wants to play with me again. No! No! No!
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