“Yup! I am, but these formals aren’t quite comfortable dude! I wonder how people bear these”, Aakash said in an annoyed voice.
“Ok! Leave it, its just a matter of one hour,right??”, I said being factual.
“I’m getting Dad’s Bike. Wait at your entrance door”, he said and hung up the call.
I proceeded to my drawing room and took some books that I had kept for the present purpose. So, everything was tactfully prepared by 10 a.m.
I awaited Aakash at the entrance. As he told, he reached there within five minutes.
“Excellent! “, I screeched. “What a get-up!!”
Aakash giggled for a moment and said “Look Gandhi! Don’t you think we are taking a risk??”
“Yes I do! But, Just imagine what you gain if we succeed in this programme”, I assured him.
“How do I look??”, I asked him with a damn mischievous chuckle.
“Fine ! but,not as shitty as me”
“Don’t worry! All those real ones appear less like me and more like you”, I said gazing at him. Aakash had already kick-started his bike by that time. We were now speeding super-fast ,by the end of the lane. The needle in the speedometer kissed 80Kmph.
“Now! Slow down! All my hard work of two hours gets sucked in a minute, if you drive at this speed”, I shouted right in his ear, loud enough for my ‘vocal’ waves to battle the wind generated by the speedy Bike drive.
As if my dialogue battered his inner Brain , he slowed down instantly.
“Look! Modulate your voice ,to the extreme”, I asserted.
“Yea! I am trying to. But, when I presented my modulated voice in front of my Mom, she asked me whether I had got any hormone problem”, Aakash said having rotated his left eye towards me,the right eye on balancing the accelerator of the Bike.
“Oh! That’s not a problem even. Many of those real ones have awkward voices, as my elder cousins say. Isn’t it??”, I replied.
Aakash didn’t look back. He remained silent. Probably many questions danced in his mind, I assumed.
“Take a left at this Circle..and…yes! that’s the Sivaji statue. Two lanes from here takes us to our destination.
I experienced a sudden shiver in the vehicle. I bent my head in order to have a look at the pillion tire. It was normal. Then, I realized that the owner of that ‘shudder’ was not the vehicle. It was Aakash ,infact. He was getting afraid.
“Don’t get horrified! Ours’ is a witty plan”, I tried to fortify him, slightly though.
Finally, the Bike came to a halt. We stopped in front of an unusually big bunglow having a Greyish-red texture. It had a stone board having carved “Anand Vishwanath Palace” on it.
Aakash immediately turned the Bike 360 degrees counter to the Palace. He looked as If he wanted to whisk away from there.
“Don’t be foolish, Aakash. Why are you getting panicked??”
“What’s the matter with this Bunglow??..are we goanna come out alive??”, he made me encounter with his deadly expression.
Without further talks, I set right my books and spectacles. The Fake moustache of Aakash was a bit, beaten out of place. He adjusted it, looking into his Bike’s rear view mirror. I corrected my Wig. All our formal wears were in condition.
