The Wisdom of the Wire

Disclaimer:- This article is not meant to be an insult to the Local Constabulary and does not serve the purpose of undermining Police Authority over the Mango Bunch.Also this does not echo my views on the Police Force.
This article is basically dedicated to the subtle art of Transporting
A Wire. Amazing things what wires can do are, more often than not, known to us. The wire was made to be a gift by mankind for well.....mankind, but like all else, nothing comes absolutely free and so man had to face a major problem, which was transporting wire from one place to another.
By Wire here, I mean the GI wire. If you know what I mean then you must consider yourself amongst the plutocratic class of the greatest academicians. Believe me if I were to tell you that I would refer your name to everybody, whomsoever came to ask me for advice regarding Education. But to the Mango bunch, by which I refer to the common folk, of which I was part of till this eventful morning, my duty would be to direct their attention towards the uses of this noble piece of metal. The GI wire is basically the wire used for several noble purposes like hanging clothes for drying and clearing blocked drainages. Now buying about 20 feet of the wire entails a cost of 12 Rupees. Making an attempt to transport it was what I had been intrepid enough to do without a thought but at this moment suffice to understand that doing this deed again, I think, is not for gentle hearts. Even doing this the first time can make the bravest man quail if he is unprepared, and believe me when I tell you that I was….. unprepared.
The thing was that the usual mode of my conveyance through the city is a Honda Activa, when I drive. For those amongst the Mango bunch who don’t know what I’m referring to, its time you left your mundane lives at home and took a walk along the main road, pronto. You see, this Noble piece of metal, the GI wire, is usually available only in a hardware store, and the nearest one to my house is about a kilometer away. Now we all know that when we traverse a distance like that we had better be prepared to face the local police, who are known to be extremely diligent in their tasks. But there, I’m sorry to say, was where I failed. I didn’t carry my helmet and I went out in my usual home attire which is necessarily a pair of shorts and a loose T-Shirt. The first time I managed to slip past my man and continue onwards, with the same bravado a wanted thief shows when he sits drinking in a bar, seated next to the local Inspector, who happens to be a teetotaler. The object in question was available and it was given to me. You see, there were about three coils and the coils were about two and a half feet in diameter. Because of this unfortunate symbiosis between geometry and the real world, the wire refused to remain content in the space in-between my legs. I managed to flatten the bulge but the wire pointed out, rather too obviously, above the handle.
The drive back, right from the beginning, was quite uncomfortable as the wire was showing a remarkable tendency of slipping out the bike. This unfortunately became the reason for the constable’s interest. I spotted the pauvre con about a couple of hundred yards away as he did me. Fortunately, the constable did not have an accomplice. What followed next would go into the record books as a feat worthy of Indiana Jones. Without slowing down I quickly picked up the Wire and wore it around my body, imitating Gabbar Singh and his bullet belt in Sholay, and increased the speed of the vehicle. The constable seemed to have decided to take an interest in me and so walked across the road and stood directly in my way. Jai Vin Diesel and his role in The Fast and the Furious. In the last second I veered away from my man, narrowly avoiding his out-stretched fingers and went home, in one piece.
Moral of the Story: - Respect this noble piece of Metal cause though the price is less, it’ll extract the required price if you are unprepared. Cheerio.