Addiction
Down in the parking lot, I had just started washing my bike. When I heard a cry from behind. "Sir. Sir. Yaha pipe laga k gaddi dhona allowed nahi hai. (You can't wash the bike here.)" I turned back to find a thin looking guy in a blue uniform, walking towards me, repeating the lines. It was Virendra, one of the security personnel in our society. I would have argued with him and eventually cursed the society for making all sorts of useless rules. But today, I was in a good mood, so I decided I would talk my way out of it. "Bhaiya, pata nahi tha. Abhi ek side ho gaya, dusre side complete kar lene do. (I didn't know. I'm half way through with the cleaning. Let me finish it off now.)" "Sir, jaldi karo. Koi society member dek liya to muje sunn na padega. (Finish it off fast. If any society member notices, I'll get shouted at.)" After a few minutes, I persuaded him to let me continue with the cleaning. He waited around. ...