Kerala Police rocks!!!

This post is about the trip i made with my dad to cochin and back. Yea the

same one when he reviewed 'Avial', and said how they should be castrated and all.[refer previous post] The details of the trip follows:

Trivandrum to Cochin.

I drove

Total time taken : 3 hours 30 minutes

Total speeding tickets : none

Details about the trip : If dad cursing my rash driving every 5 mins is not considered an event, the journey was uneventful.

Cochin to Trivandrum

Total time taken : 5 hours 30 minutes

Total speeding tickets : one

Details about the trip :

dad snatched the keys from me after the marriage, and told me he had enough of my stupid driving.

“U can have my car, when u learn to drive like a grownup”

So off we went...

dad killed 5 people, well almost. 2 with a heart attack. He got 4 middle fingers from drivers of incoming vehicles,1 from a cycle rider.. All this while, he acted cool like nothing happened. And I was playing my ‘silent rebel’ game too.

There’s this stretch of road from cochin to chertala; which is like the best 400 metre stretch in the indian national highways. If there was an award for the best 400m stretch in Indian national highways, this stretch would really have got that award for the best 400 m stretch in the indian national highways. :) Anyone who doesn’t do a 120 here should be a fukin retard!!! ok this road takes a slight turn when it nears a tree, and voila .... there they are. the kerala police with a big radar contraption they borrowed from the russians or something. It looks like the big bomb in the 'broken arrow' movie. U should have seen me do the funky chicken when my dad took out 300 rs and staggered back to the police jeep. They said he had a 102 goin on a 70 km/hr road and even said an educated grownup like him should be setting an example instead of fooling around like this. 70 km/hr on that road!!!! They gotta be kiddin. But I dint mind. I was trying to hold myself from jumping on to the khaki clad inspector and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

The rest of the journey was pretty uneventful even if dad cursing my stupid driving is considered as an event. Oh yeah the avial review happened somewhere on the way too.

As I steered the car into the lane that leads to my home [refer previous post], my dad said “you can have my car when your house surgency starts; I’ll have yours”. I just said “Ok”. I was still on the silent rebel thing.