Humara Kuttha humari gali me sher.... But what happens when the kuttha encounters a real sher...
The ilakha... Mangalore:
We know Indian roads are flooded with maniacs and a lil ignorance can leave you in deep shit. Hailing from the city known for its hospitality as well as breeding the underworlds, I certainly take pride being associated with this city.
Recently on a family vacation while we were driving on a National Highway in Mangalore, we were hit by a milk truck. Mistake was from either sides. We were overtaking the truck from the left which was in turn overtaking another vehicle from the left side itself.
A minor miscalculation and our car's back brushed with the tiers of the truck and leaving a dent we put our vehicles to halt.
Survival of the fittest
* The basic reflex... the truck driver noticed our vehicle was from Bangalore and started a fight in Kannada : one point to them. We replied in Tulu : one point for us.
* They pointed we overtook from left, our mistake. We replied even they were overtaking from left without any indicator : scores levelled.
* They said they will pay only 500 . We demanded 2000.
* They refuse to pay : we agreed, but demanded a police complaint for demanding insurance.
The fight was however settled by the smiling sibling of the driver at Rs 1500. The Kutha was smart, but we the lions obviously dominated.
Moral of the story
In a road accident, no matter who is at fault, the smarter one wins. They thought of overpowering us with their local friends, as we were outsiders. The dog did try to gather its friends to scare us.
But we the shers knew, the truck drivers were working on deadlines and would never agree for a police complaint. We knew we were at fault, but unfortunately for them we were smarter. AT the end, the dog had to sneak out while the Lions dominated. After all we have our roots there.
