It was written.

Today, mother jane played this song which translates into "it is written".

Today was the last time i ever took my dad's omni out. It's going to a new owner tomorrow.

Today, was also supposed to be it's swansong. And you bet it was.

Okay. Let's begin from the beginning. My dad's omni is a khatara in the truest sense of the term. Its brakes don't function properly (you need to slam it down thrice for the car to come to a complete stop), it's gears are really fucked (you need to wrestle it down to the fourth), there's Nothing called a suspension (you'll think you just flew off a ramp if there's a pencil on the road), it makes these strange noises whenever you go past thirty (like the ones your tummy makes when you know it's having a Really bad day), it has an insanely irritating radio (which has Never stayed tuned into a radio station peacefully for an entire song), and its engine -which is under your bum if you're driving it or you happen to be the unfortunate one to sit beside the driver- heats up to boiling temperature within seconds. Just to give you an idea. And Every single time that i've hopped onto it, i'm Sure i've chucked abuses at it for something or the other.

But somehow, it's one of those things which are speyshul. Like the speyshul kid. And it's been a silent witness to the craziest of things i've done. I learnt how to drive in it, and though many would doubt how much i've still actually learnt, the first time i took it out on road with my brother, i hit eighty kmph, and almost killed a person. Neil learnt to drive in it, singing loudly and almost killing a line of people on cycles. I've gone on Countless number of early morning or late night cha outings with Raka, and others in it. I've driven it for most of the last three years without a license, because i wasn't eighteen. I've sneaked out of home every other day, in the middle of the night, and driven it around, listening to that very grating sound it made every time it crossed thirty. I once overtook a Mercedes on an empty stretch in it. I've had friends hop in and run around the city spraying propaganda(?) on public walls, and we almost got caught once, with a chaukidaar running after us while we were busy changing drivers and stopping to pick up one of the friends who was running after the car, screaming that he had been forgotten. I've seen sunrise at the ghats in it. I've crossed the Howrah Bridge in it, when there weren't more than four cars i could see. It has fit a cycle and two more people at the back, which seems way easier to do than it actually is. I've opened the gates of the car and sat inside, only to realise then that there was someone sleeping on its roof. I've never Ever had an accident, however minor, in it. I've had more than a thousand moments which could have turned into accidents with me or someone else dying in the process.

And then my dad got a new car. And so i thought i would get to keep the omni. I also made grand plans for it, the first of which was to get "Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahi, namumkin hai" plastered on its back. But it was not to be. Because the omni is going away tomorrow.

So Vikrant thought we'll give it a final goodbye today, and so it came all the way to jadavpur. It even housed a mini drink-session, and we also raised a toast to it. Then it went to park street, then to russel, and was on its way back to drop Priyanka to Baghajatin, in the middle of a beautiful drive, when suddenly, its tyres Burst.

Saale ke character mein hi khot hai.

I've never really felt so nostalgic about losing something, ever. Good bye dear omni, stay well. I'll always love you, in spite of your character. Or because of it.