Dude! Where's my car?
Stealing the title from a movie couldn't be more justified than it is now. I finally know what it feels like when your companion on the road goes missing. In my case, I just knew it could not be that someone had stolen my car. That is just not possible and yet I could only gawk at the place where I had parked it. The road was right there. But not my car! A 1993, Maruti 800, which was last washed when it rained. You know, that whole new feeling people talk about. No, you wouldn't. Not till you feel it. Then for some reason it struck me, that I had felt like this a million other times when I assumed that someone would take off with my car when I am not around. But that was fear and this was like "O my God! It finally did happen!" kind of a feeling. I think you might know the difference. I always never got the fuel tank full for fear that if my car got impounded I would have wasted a fortune on refueling and then not being able to drive the thing. That was the fi...