Difference- what I want to make in the world
Different- what I am and how I’m viewed
Differently- the way you’ll have to absorb this story
I’m Kiran Rodricks- nineteen year old dreamer bordering on psychopath as some of my friends like to put it. And right now I’m starting to empathize with them. How else could I have landed myself in the situation which I’m currently facing? Increase the view lens- to the left of my head a bit further- ah! That’s it right there- say hi! Actually it would be better if you don’t, that uniformed guy holding a gun to my head might not give so eager a response, come to think of it. I would say hi but yeah get the camera a bit closer – there you see- A grade steel- reinforced handcuffs. I could give you a sideways namaste – something I learnt in yoga. I used to wonder where that would be useful. Guess everything happens for a reason.
This particular mess even I can’t believe I landed myself in. It was an accident, it was raining. Anyone who lives in Mumbai knows we have the worst traffic pattern in the world. I had just been driving home from a party, yeah so I had a consumed a little alcohol but you would hardly say I’m drunk. I’ve already dropped my friends off at their places but me? No, I had to squeeze in just one more jam up for the day.
So it was raining, which had considerably reduced the visibility and smoked up the screens. I just got my license a month back, so I’m a novice at driving. Iris by Goo Goo Dolls came on the radio and I couldn’t help dreaming about the one. Next thing I knew it headlights were approaching me at full speed. We both tried to swerve away realizing the impending doom. I managed to stay on the road but the other car veered off. It crashed into a tree. I being the complete madcap I am, and not realizing the gravity of the situation stopped the car and went to see if I could help. I had managed to unlock the car and went to check if he was alright. No sooner had I touched his bleeding collar than, I felt a gun in my back and “Please, step out with your hands up over your head.” Or something like that in Marathi. It then hit me how I must look and I panicked, I tried to run away. The only result of that being the officer jamming me up against the car and now actually thinking I’m up to no good, having handcuffed me and pressing me to the side of the car now barking away in Marathi, such that I simply cannot understand what he is saying and that’s just increasing the snarl of frustration on his face.
I start praying hard. Just then I feel a bulb light up in my head. I would get one phone call, it