Final Destination 4 - Part 2

(Please read Part 1 first to make little sense of my senseless writing :P)

I couldn't find my voice. I was opening my mouth, but no sound came out.

Two great people crushed to death on the same day? Not possible.

All of a sudden, from nowhere, I heard a scream. It took me a minute to realise it was me. Hot tears were streaming down my face. I felt someone shake me.

'What happened? Why shouting??'.

It was the traffic policeman. Wondering how come he is talking in English? Come on! You would agree if kids from Mumbai's slums spoke in fluent English, that too with a small accent. Can't you agree that Singara Chennai's traffic policemen know how to use what, how, why, when and there with our Chennai accent?

After a few huge gasps and a gulp of water handed to me by someone in a green bottle with a yellow tinge at the bottom (I didn't even realise the thing was being poured in my mouth), I managed to sputter something that sounded like 'Thik Cho ba fall ba die...'. I had ten pairs of eyes stare at me like they saw a creature from the Ice Age.

'Ennanga? Onnum puriyala' (What I don't understand anything). Ok, now I hope you are convinced that it is indeed our Chennai traffic police.

I immediately turned behind to see the opposite side of the road with a small hope that probably noone died. Oh whoa! Freeze it. There was nothing there! What the! How?! By now everyone around me was so confused and irritated that nothing interesting was happening for them to watch and kill time, that they started muttering things that I vaguely made out to be 'Chummana kathi oora koota vendidhu..' (They shout and gather everyone for no reason), 'Indha kalathu ponnunga eppo malai eruvangane theriyala.. Enga Amma appove sollichu kalyanam pannikonu.. Ippo vara pora ponnu epadi irupalo..' (God knows when girls these days go mad. My mom asked me to get married long back. God knows how the girl am gonna marry now is) and the like.

I just ignored it and turned my full attention to the traffic policeman. 'Look sir', I said. 'Hrithik Roshan and Priyanka Chopra were driving Karizma and Pleasure. They met with a huge accident right here. Now there is nothing. I am sure I saw it with my very own eyes.' That's when I heard the sound. The loud guffaw. It was the guy in the black t-shirt two bikes away. Now I know why I hate him!

The traffic policeman was still confused. 'Look here maadam. i don't know, who you said, aan, Hiridhik. But Biriyanka I know. Beeuteefool garl. I see her in postaars. They are naat here and all. You disturrbing dha tiraffic. Ministers ees coming. I go standu there aar he vill shout. Bee quayet.' I called him repeatedly, to no avail. He just stomped away to his so called watchout point.

I still didn't know what to do, when I saw the bright yellow Karizma turn on the opposite side of the road. This guy was not Hrithik even when seen from ten kilometers away without binoculars. You could classify him as a wannabe. Black leather pants, black sleeveless coat zipped up, showing his 'biceps', black coolers and oiled hair flying in a very funny way. Eeeewwww!!!!

Wait a minute. Is it... Oh my god... There came the purple Pleasure. But hey, that is not Priyanka Chopra. Nowhere close. Another wannabe. For starters, she was at least five times her size. Her hair was plaited with flowers on it, dried up ones, in fact. Her dupatta gaily flying in the wind. Double eeeewwww!

As I kept watching, refusing to take my eyes away even for a minute, I saw it happen. She tried overtaking him, her dupatta hit his face that was already obscured by his over-sized black glasses, and they fell in a heap on the corner of the road.

'Aaaaannnnnnnnn aan aan aan.. Thun thun thun thun thun...' went the tone. It was apparently Mr. Wannabe's phone (Well, you believe too when you can hear a tone a mile away in our movies). They got up, their eyes not moving away from each other even for a minute. She was smiling coyly and he was raking his fingers through his oily hair with a smug smile on his face. They then picked up their respective bikes and zoomed off. To eternity.

Eeeeeeewwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!

That guffaw. Again. I have never wanted to kill anyone, especially someone I hardly knew. But this guy in the black t-shirt was about to become an exception.