Sugunante Leela Vilasangal

{What I am going to write here is a short story though it does not resemble like one. I am revealing this secret for your knowledge only, since I don’t want you to be in a catch-22 situation when you finished reading this}
"Long ago"(here it means in the recent past; not more than 4 months) (Long ago- is unavoidable because no other opening in the English diction is as appropriate as this one to start a story). Sorry, by dwelling on semantics, I think we are deviating from the main topic. Ok, let’s get back to our business. The story unfolds on a cold Monday morning. The scene is the bus stop from where I board my bus to office daily. In the morning the place is not so crowded. I was simply standing there with my back to the wall (not in the literal sense); and with my eyes fixed on the distant horizon. This is the way the passers by may find me there. Actually I was peering at the beauties standing beside me through the corner of my eye. Suddenly there came “Sugunan” the hero of our story, riding on his good old bicycle. He is a strong, handsome, muscular figure and a heart throb of the local girls. Excuse me-, what I said in the previous sentence has nothing to do with the reality. This is the way he thinks about himself and a simple glance at his face may reveal how wrong his thinking process is. In order to impress the poor girls standing there he did some acrobatics before bringing his bicycle to halt. Then too he did not get out of the bicycle completely, he placed his right leg on the ground and the other on the cycle’s pedal in such a posture that resembles closely to one adopted by dogs when they are about to piss. He then looked around with the air of an astronaut who managed to land his space shuttle to safety after overcoming much hardship.
Our hero “Sugunan” is a bit exhibitionist who always wants to show his prowess to others; perhaps he may be getting some sort of pleasure from it. The scene is well set with beautiful damsels on one side and the children eagerly waiting for their schools bus on the other: - but what is lacking is a subject for action. He put his bicycle on stand and slowly moved to the centre of the road in look out for an escapade. To his luck, there comes his friend Sanku in his auto. In a split second Sugunan planned his move; - to get into the speeding auto in a dangerous way. In the next moment “Sugunan” jumped into the auto with out even giving Sanku a chance to think. Sanku unaware of Sugu’s motive took a sharp turn. Sugunan lost his aim and fell on the tar road with a painful moan. Though ‘Sugu’ missed his aim, the “dhoti” he was wearing did not. It got stuck into the mud flaps of the auto placing Sugu in a really embarrassing situation. Overcoming the pain Sugu got up and took to his heels. Dear friends, saying frankly, after that incident no body knows which way our hero has gone.