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Red Killers



Now I started believing in fate! If you return home safe after travelling in the Private Bus service in Ernakulam, I believe it certainly has something to do with destiny. The way they run the service gives one the implication that they are directly recruited by The Lord of Death.

When I landed here in Ernakulam my friend Rishin gave me the first introduction precisely like this.
"Man, these are the Red Killers, keep a distance from them".

But that is not possible for the simple reason that we are relying on red killers for our transportation. Keeping a distance is a distant thought for now. So it is up to destiny to make its decision here. But it certainly is an experience travelling in a Red Killer. You will start valuing your life, makes you alert on every second and they teach you how to be fast in your life (bit too fast though). My colleague Aswini says the name of a bus always suggest something like if it is 'Heaven' you will see the heaven while travelling in it. I'm eagerly waiting for my turn to travel in (but not to) the Heaven.

What thrives these buses are the races that takes place between them. Our Mr. Vijay Malliya found wrong F1 drivers in Fisichella and Adrian Sutil for Force India. Instead he should have tried anyone among these Red Killer drivers, he would have returned with flying colours. When a race starts between two of them a passenger will get an opportunity to have a roller coaster ride at a meagre price. Most entertaining part is while you are boarding or getting off. Your life depends on your timing. Fraction of a second late then it is a gone case. So should be right on the mark every time.

It was raining today. When I was to get off from the bus I had to make a choice either to get myself soaked in rain or to fall down and get injured, the bus won’t stop for a second more so that you could open your umbrella. I preferred to get wet than to getting injured; even then I had to try hard not to fall down while getting off as the bus didn’t stop, the driver just slowed it down a bit.

I’m still acquainted with Red killers, having our meetings each day with a hope that fate won’t let me down. I have my belief in destiny.

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  1. UnknownJuly 11, 2009 at 11:55 AM

    Hmm..
    I had a trip to heaven last week.. Pretty close one...

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  2. Nom@dJuly 11, 2009 at 12:21 PM

    I have had similar experiences, not sure if it is hell or heaven

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