Asif Khan Inc.

hit. bus hit. hit bus.

i’ll quell your thought if you read on, in case this sounds like a bollywood producer’s plea for a mega blockbuster.

i’ve always had a liking for the expression – hit by a freight train. that’s how i like my music. and most else in life. freight trains will always be an enduring subject in my memory because of their association with a falsetto which unleashed some of the most raucously debauched moments in rock n’ roll history. yes, i mean the reference to the freight trains of the loaded variety.

those who have followed this post till now will probably know the feeling of being hit by a freight train. you simply don’t know what hit you or when it hit you. you just witness the aftermath as the debris flies around. left befuddled, maybe stunned. loss of speech? ummm, maybe. or an outburst of expletives? quite likely.

in my case today morning, the feelings were a mix of being stunned and outraged. of being at a temporary loss for words and then a mild shower of profanities. followed by an intense feeling of me going head on, and hitting it, rather than it hitting me. for once.

the debris i saw flying was the side-view mirror of my beloved ride. and this glorified freight train was a bloody blueline bus.

i’ve still been wondering if it would have been worth my time to have stopped the monday morning traffic behind me. demanded compensation for the damage? quite unlikely to have gotten anything out. engaged in a verbal volley of abuses? wouldn’t have resulted in anything, except maybe escalating it into a physical duel, now that i think of it. and the bus driver could easily have become the second freight train to be in action this morning. oh yes, a call to #100. this sounds so very appealing but alas it occurred to me just now, so i could be forgiven for not having thought of this considering the adrenaline rush i experienced at that time.

i still like the idea of being hit by freight trains. only of a different variety. only in my mind.

and please, a bollywood blockbuster is the last thing i’d want to imagine being hit by right now too.

*i do hope this doesn’t acquire the same meaning for you as it did for me. let alone monday morning. any time of the day, week or year.*