The Escape

Mane Omsy The Escape
A holiday Experience| 1

Special Thanks
Firstly, my heartiest thanks to my guides who guided me
to the way of knowledge, especially to my class teacher,
Mr. J.U. sir. My parents, sisters and brothers who
encouraged me since childhood. Friends, especially Ali
Mank, who joined my work and helped equally as a
brother. To my internet readers and guides who gave
me continuous inspiration and appreciated me in my
literary works.
My respectful seniors of my hostel, my lovable juniors
and best friends who gave me the ideas and values of
writing. Hope they get exact results and joy reading this.
To the publication who tried to reach this book to you.
Thanks to APLOMB, for giving me this opportunity to get to
a level and express my thoughts and views.

Prologue
‘When are you planning to go home tomorrow?’ I asked
Malik
He was reading Chetan Bhagat’s Half Girl friend and
seemed like I disturbed him. He looked angry. A sudden
face change, he smiled like a clown and said: ‘I’m taking
you to my home tomorrow noon, will you come? We can
rock the holiday there’
I was confused because I have just called my uncle that
I’ll go this vacation to my granny’s house. He is silly but
rude at some times. Perhaps, I can handle the situation
even if he scolds me. I thought for a while and nodded.
‘We can go through Cali’ I said.
‘Are you mad or something? It’s your dream, right?’ he
stared at me.
‘I mean Cali-cut. I don’t wanna cut the Cali any way’ I
said and grabbed his phone to call my dad.
*****

‘Are you ready?’
‘Wait a minute’
‘Come on. There’s no time to waste’
‘You go down stairs. I’ll be there in five minutes’
‘Oh! Now its five’ Malik said exhausted.
We’ve planned to enjoy this monthly leave for our
hostel in my buddy’s house. Malik, his parents are
abroad, in UAE, and lives alone in his house at Tirur. His
house construction is still going on but we could manage
it however. I grabbed my wallet and backpack, put it
back on my shoulders and shrugged, then ran down the
stairs of the three storey hostel building to reach him. He
was waiting so patiently walking here and there in front
of the main entrance like a beast waiting for a man up a
tree.
‘Sorry, I’m late’ I apologized.
‘It’s been ten minutes. You’re a careless creature’ he
cursed me several times as we both walked to the NH
road. He was dressed up well in a white Kurti, blue jeans
and red sneakers, his specs large enough for his nose
to bear. An Auto-rickshaw slowed down beside us and
we got in it and it took us to the bus station. The Auto-
rickshaws, why couldn’t the government change these
kinds of vehicles as taxis to car or something? Isn’t this
a developing country? I think Mr. Modi have not thought

about it yet. We got on a bus to Calicut. This wasn’t
strange but the girls at the bus stations seemed like
swarms of butterflies. I took the seat beside the window
so as to watch them. Malik went out to buy some snacks
and soft drinks leaving his 64GB Apple iPod with me. I
took out my ear phone and drilled it in to my ears playing
Chris Brown Yeah 3x. Move your body out on the floor,
put your troubles aside and start leaving…. There were
pink, blue, black and more than a dozen of school
uniforms waiting for their buses. As a habit, it is always
like this, when I travel somewhere, I used to hear music
and a journey without music will be like a sandwich
without sausages. I’d rather sleep or watch outside for
pretty girls. Malik came back with the food and the bus
started moving. He bought a Pepsi and a honey snack,
unexpectedly a news paper too. There were many
people on the bus, but as Chris started singing, I ignored
them. I gazed out side and looked for lil’ mamas.
*****

Cali’ Bus Station

You never miss a good thing until it’s gone, I want it all,
and I want it all back…. I woke up from the sleep still the
music was playing and Chris wasn’t tired. I stopped the
music player and saw so many buses and taxis rushing
here and there. It was the bus station and we waited for
the bus to stop breathing its diesel. Chris was not tired
even after his Las Vegas prison for 108 days. No matter
how super stars get in to trouble and they are very close
to it. They are crazy at moments.
‘You have been cheating people for months, we know
much about you’, an adult voice clashed my thoughts. I
turned back to see what’s happening. Our Pepsi was
empty and Malik threw it on the way. A crowd gathered
outside the back door. Is there something strange out
here?
‘Hah, don’t teach me my work. I know it well’, the bus
conductor argued back.
He wore Khaki uniform and simple specs. The shouter
was a medium young looking man with thick moustache
and shaved beard. He looked like a High School
teacher. There were some people behind him as
supporters.
‘Give me the change or this bus will not take a move
forward. You must keep the changes with you, you are
responsible for that.’ The man advised the conductor but
it doesn’t seem quite tasty for the Khaki.

‘I know how to maintain my career, I don’t need to keep
changes for fools like you’ the conductor with his rude
voice intruded back.
‘Watch your words, if you want to go home well’ another
man behind him threatened.
‘Let him the cash or the change, there are many
passengers in this bus, please do not make a mess’ an
intruder pleaded. The conductor, for a while, took a deep
breath giving the money back to the first person.
‘Why this man is crying for a single 10 bucks note? He
could have asked me, poor beggar’ the plead person
astonished.
We got out from the bus and waved for an Auto-
rickshaw to the Rail way station. The dusts on the way
scared me for it could cause cold. I was starving for
food, the Pepsi didn’t reach anywhere in my stomach.
‘I’m hungry. Let’s have a drink from here.’ I said and
Malik look straight through my eyes and retina to my
brain. Seemed like he understood I was ruining him.
‘We can have, but no luxury!’
We went to a cool bar and ordered for two chocolate
milk shakes. I showed an I-will-come-now sign and went
to a mobile shop to recharge my cell phone and added
internet. We had our drinks and walked back to station,
booked our tickets and sat on a bench beside a TV. A

train suddenly hooked our view on to it far away and I
could the mirage evaporating the engine.
‘Which train is ours?’ I asked.
‘This is Janashadapdi Express, we’re not on this one,
any way let’s get inside’
We got in to the chair car which already was vacant.
Stink inside the compartment felt like hell with buffalo
shits. ‘What if the T.T.R comes’ I asked.
‘We should pay fine until our pockets become cigar fall.
No problem hope he won’t come. I usually get inside
here. Its vacant and nobody cares.’ He said and threw
his bag to a corner seat. I slowly hurried to a window
seat and anchored, took my headsets and drilled again.
*****

Tirur
After a half an hour, the train stopped at Tirur Station
and we got out, walked straight to the bus station. It was
so close to the rail way. On the way, there were many
street dogs messing around the rails. The cleanliness of
Indian railway could be seen accurately from these kinds
of places. Malik pointed me a place under a
constructional building and said: ‘This is where I saw a
dead man firstly in my whole life.’
‘What happened to him?’ I asked.
‘Don’t know, but might be a suicide or else the police
won’t be looking up wards. He was semi-naked’ He
shrugged and adjusted his backpack on his shoulders. I
looked keenly at the place as if like an investigator.
‘Why don’t you ask the cops?’ I doubted.
‘I was in a hurry; I just stayed a little and passed’.
We dropped the suicide issue there and passed through
a tiny tunnel to a street of whole sale market, leading till
the bus station. The tunnel was completely gummed
with hundreds of movie posters. Semi-naked girls
projecting their body parts could probably be the main
reason for women raping and kidnapping. Why don’t
these feminists realize this fact? They should’ve advised
them girls firstly for their safety and security.
‘Hey, you said Malappuram has the best roads and what
we got here?’ I asked him reaching the bus station

seeing the whole pits and holes in the tarred road inside
the station. In a flash, one may say they were swimming
pools made exclusively for street dogs and animals. The
‘rain-water-collectors’ are rare Malappuram though.
‘You didn’t see the actual Malappuram cities, this just
accidently stopped working since the rain’. Even though
I agreed it, he kept arguing as we moved on to a bus
and got in. A dozen fairies were standing near the bus. I
didn’t see the steps but kept looking on to the beautiful
eyes of a sweet Cinderella. Suddenly, Malik pulled me in
to the bus.
*****
The fresh air of nature and the smell of moisture blew
through my head. It cheered me up. It rained before and
now it’s cold outside. The greenery made me proud of
the Malabar’s care for natural vegetation. I really loved
to stay out, lay on the grass for hours inhaling the
smelling it deeply through my lungs to the nerves. It had
actually caught my mind and it pleased me very much.
Rain drops started tripping on my face, flowing down to
my lips, then drop down to my pants. I slowly shut the
windows.
The sun started giving up when I opened it. I heard
the calls from several mosques we passed. As the bus
moved faster the breeze became colder. I made some
new lines for a poem and quoted it in my cell phone.
Soon, we reached our destination when it was dark.

There was only a single grocery lit the lamp and we
could see the street lights are rare in this little village-
cum-town. Kanmana, the name felt like same to banana
or something. Calmly, we walked to his house. It is a
little far away from our destination, almost 2 kilo meters.
There is a small field to pass through and a place
historically under the hands of a Jenmi, now, captured
by the people. The poor people actually strike against
the Jenmi and then, unfortunately, he had to give up.
The field was so beautiful. The vast green farm field
represented the true greenery of Kerala. The breeze
took my soul with it. I captured some pictures and selfies
of me and Malik in front of it. There were many cows
roaming around the fields and cranes landed on the
bottom to have their prey. The nightingales and the
sparrows began chirping as the sky turned orange. I
thought, they started to pray to God, and when will man
study from the nature?
The orange- turned-black-sky frightened me well as
he told there used to be snakes on the way and instead
of walking gently, we went on smoothly. ‘Hamid... What?
Are you afraid of snakes? I just fooled you nah?’ he said
and laughed when I used an F-word and moved on to
him for a punch. We were up to reach his house, a two
floored paint less house under construction. He grabbed
my back pack and said as we reached the front gate:
‘Go upstairs and get changed. We’ve to go to the market
and recharge the TV connection.’ Then, giving me the

1st
floor keys, he went to the kitchen to make some tea.
My bladder was jammed and I hurried to the toilet and
pissed off. I saw no big deal with his toilet or room, but
amazed seeing the worms and fungus playing inside a
bucket half filled with water. I came across it, leaned the
bucket and splashed out the complete worms in to the
dungeon. He kept all our belongings aside a computer
desk and cleaned the room. The blanket became a fire
extinguisher as he threw it down. The dust flew in the air
freely and filled the room like a micro oven being
damaged. A television was on the top of another desk
with a chorus of speakers and DVD players.
‘Hey bro, is HBO channel working?’ I asked with
enthusiasm.
‘Wait until we recharge it’ he calmed me down.
‘I got an Activa from the neighborhood; we can go to the
market now. Have a bath quickly.’ He continued as I
returned to the bathroom. I could hear my body spray
being sprayed all over the blanket.
‘Don’t finish it. Stop it’ I shouted from the bathroom.
*****
It was 9 pm. I could hear the cricket creek their tails
each other and the frog croak in the dark. I wore a
Bermuda and a T-shirt with Bob Marley on my chest.
Malik was in his same old jeans and a new jersey. I took
my wallet and jumped behind him on the bike. It started

smoothly and there goes as a wild hyena. We forgot to
take an Umbrella and the way was still wet, the cloud
thick so as it will rain sooner. I hope it would not rain
midst our way. The headlight spread over the road made
with pebbles and machine stones. My sneakers were
white and I afraid it could be black while retuning. The
Activa drove us crazy with gutters and sudden brakes. It
hurt my buttocks.
We reached the town as it started raining and
quickly we got in to a restaurant. The Airtel office was
near that and we went in. We saw no officers but then a
lady in a yellow salwar kameez came and smiled at us.
We recharged our Airtel dish and went to the restaurant,
bought porottas, beef curry and a dozen Maggi noodles.
The ugly atmosphere and the stink around the streets
made me feel vomit. The street dogs wandered all over
the city like they owned it.
We were driving back through the NH road racing a
Swift to get over it. All of a sudden, the swift hit a Wagon
R not much forcefully but in a speed of 40km/h. Malik
suddenly braked down and parked aside. We hoped no
one could get hurt, it was the middle of a night and we
could see no helpers or vehicles passing us. Rain
returned as well, worsening the situation and we popped
out of the bike hurrying to the cars. There were two
children and a lady at the back seat of the Swift and two
adults at the front. And the Wagon R consisted of a
single old man. None of them were hurt, though it hit

hardly so anyone a mile away could hear it. I’ve been an
eye-witness for the second road accident in my whole
life. Firstly, it was at the Sheikh Zayed road in Dubai. I
saw a man hit roughly by a Nissan Patrol and it took him
over it to the back, his head hitting the rubberized road
but it didn’t feel to him as rubber though. He was yelling
for water and no one could help him because an
accident in UAE cannot be controlled by the people. The
police came suddenly after he lay down unconsciously.
And after it, a mobile ICU came sprinting. Actually he
was a pedestrian trying to cross the 4 line road. His
head was completely washed with blood, the road
partially blood-pooled. The driver was still in a great
shock and he jumped out of his vehicle. When he saw
the man lying down bones cracked, his hanged his head
in worry and covered his face with his hands. He was
starting to cry. His heart beat would be beating faster
than the vehicles around. Later, the next day, I saw the
news paper that the person was dead. After then, a
walking bridge was made for the pedestrians there. It is
the nature of the governments that development will be
done after a purpose or incident. I imagined Kerala with
rarely constructed pedestrian walk way! At least they
could build good roads.
Both drivers got out slowly from their cars and
shouted each other. We were looking for injured people
inside, no one. Malik went close to them and spoke
friendly. The problem resolved after a half an hour
debate. The old man did no mistakes; the other driver

was in a conversation and suddenly forgot he was
driving. He gave him the compensation and they both
left. The sides of the bumper were damaged on both
vehicles. I looked at Malik as a lawyer standing in front
of me wet in the rain.
‘What the hell did you do?’ I amazed.
‘This is what is I am. Sometimes….’ He praised himself.
‘Don’t feel high yourself, let’s return. This is a bad night
for us. You are completely wet and I could see that
figure on your pants’ I intruded him. I realized his body
was shivering with cold. We returned as fast as we
could. I blamed him for wasting time for them.
*****
‘How was yesterday night?’ he said sipping a noodle
from the bowl. We were watching Asianet Plus movies; I
hated most Malayalam movies anyway.
‘Terrible’ I snatched away the remote controller from him
and tuned the channel to HBO. Brad Pitt was kissing
Angelina Jolie. Yuk! I tuned again to Star movies. The
Zoo Keeper movie calmed us down with its comedies. I
didn’t like to stay long staring at the television without
any enjoyment. I turned to Malik; he was licking the
bowl; I gave mine.
‘What?’ he asked; mouthful of Maggis.
‘It’s so boring, I want a change to this holiday’ I said and
stood up walking downstairs to make coffee.

‘Want some?’ I asked as I came back with a large jar
and two cups.
He nodded.
‘Hey, there’s a match tomorrow morning at 9. Let’s go
there’ he said.
‘What match?’
‘Cricket’
‘Nah! I don’t like cricket’
‘Any way come with me, we can have some fun. OK?
Tomorrow 9am’
It has become midnight and we felt so tired, Malik
yawned for a while and jumped to the bed; slept. I
looked at the clock, 12am sharp. The movie wasn’t over,
I watched and fall asleep.
*****

Caught!
The Activa drove through the drive way to the stadium.
The way was so clear and clean. Sugar cane drinks
were sold under a huge banyan tree. There were three
people waiting for their drink and a dog sniffing around
to fill its belly. The road was little rush because officers
and shop keepers were in a hurry to begin their
collection and works. We didn’t have helmets nor did
Malik have a license. Always in alert of the cops and he
didn’t have the courage to speed up in front of them. We
drove by a roundabout near a fountain and,
unfortunately, met with a crew of cops; beside them, a
control room. One of them signaled us to stop, we
braked down. Malik’s hands were shivering, well
concerned about the license and helmets. I was unable
to count my heart beats.
I pushed Malik’s elbows saying ‘Go, Go. Don’t let them
catch us’.
‘They will chase us, please calm down. It could be more
dangerous.’ He consoled me.
I knew he was totally afraid; the cop arrived and looked
at us in a suspicious way. He took some cards from his
pocket; actually they were some photos of some
bullshits. He asked showing us a photo.
‘Do you know this person?’ It showed a dark brown
complexion, average 25, grown up man with round face

and curvy hair, with a French beard. Seemed like a
burglar or a don.
‘Do you know or not?’ he raised his voice, now to me.
‘No, No we don’t.’ I stammered.
‘Come with me. You guys have something in it’. This
was really my fault. I don’t have to stammer or look on
that dark devil. Now we have been suspects of an
unknown crime.
‘We are sorry, Sir. We came here to see a match.’ Malik
said as if he had done something strange. I felt the
stadium better than the police station. His words were of
no values. A constable took care of our Activa and we
got in back of the control room. Many ladies and fairies
were watching these two unknown suspicious persons
being arrested by some genius cops.
‘The fuck you planned all these shits are ruined and I
lost my peaceful movie watching and here no body’s
gonna hurt us like this bullshit.’ I murmured angrily;
grunted, actually.
‘Calm down. Nothing’s gonna happen to us. It’s just a
suspicion. We didn’t do anything wrong.’ He consoled
me.
We were just about to reach the station; I heard them
talk. ‘It’s so strange and shameful to send children to
such kind of business.’ The cop next to the driver said.
‘What will we do with these fellows?’ the driver asked.

‘Let the S.I. talk to them’. A ‘talk’, used by cops usually
meant the physical talk. They rarely investigate politely.
But why are the students sent to what business? The
Bolero stopped near the entrance of the Tirur police
station and we got outside. There was a beautiful
garden with lilies and roses. Daffodils at a corner with
several shapes and sizes seemed like a botanical
garden. Such beautiful garden should be everywhere in
the cities and towns. The sky was clear and the sun
shun bright. Two armed cops stood at the door face to
face and didn’t smile. A lady constable walked out of the
station. Everyone seemed so busy in their works.
S.I. Mani, a board beside a room said. The cops sent us
in.
‘We doubt these fellows are a part of the college drug
mafia.’ A cop said.
What the fuck am I hearing? I was totally relieved, at the
same time, confused what to say.
Mani stood up from his cushioned chair and sat on his
desk keeping his both palms on his right knee. He was
bald and looked sort of angry type with shaved chin. He
almost came near me and I saw his golden ring in his
hand as he held it to scratch his chin. ‘Hmm’ he buzzed
and went back to his chair. He took some files and stood
up to leave.
‘What happened, Sir?’ Malik embarrassed.

‘Wait here till I come back’ He patted my shoulders and
went outside the cabin. The garden from the S.I.’s was
very clear from here. There were a pile of files on the
table. And Gandhi was smiling at us on the wall
instantly. He could be mocking us seeing our trouble. I
prayed to God for a while. We talked each other for a
while and decided something.
*****

The Escape
Five or six cops were having tea when we stepped out
of S.I. Mani’s cabin. A young looking lady and an officer
were chatting outside the station; I could see them
quarrel on something. They hardly talked loud; it maybe
couple fights. I adjusted my collar and we both walked
swiftly outside the building; heart beating faster. The
officer who took our vehicle was standing beside a
cabinet. His lips were dark; a professional smoker. I
thought of asking him the keys, but Malik forced me out.
The cursing to couples glared at us. I smiled at the
officer.
‘What did the inspector told you’ he asked with a rough
voice.
‘Nothing, he just went outside leaving us. And we….
Thought about a walk through this beautiful garden’ I
said much consciously.
‘Hah… this garden is made by guys like you’ he said
and laughed. ‘Hmm… you can go’
‘Thank you, Sir’ Malik said.
‘Why the fuck did you thank him, that idiot. He doesn’t
support us. He doesn’t deserve it.’ I said as walked pass
the daffodils. The police station is about 50 cents, and
the garden will probably be around its quarter. As we
walked back, we noticed our bike parked and the key
was on it. The officer must have forgotten to take it. We

suddenly rushed to it. I looked the surroundings, the
couples were gone, and no sign of police men watching
us; the control room was not there.
‘Let’s go, hurry up’ Malik said and started the engine.
‘Why? What if they track us?’ I asked embarrassed.
‘They didn’t even ask our names yet’ He said turning the
Activa around and I jumped back of it rolling up the
wheels through the gate. No one could have known our
escape. But, soon as we got out, an officer asked us the
license.
‘I’m sorry, Sir. We are just out of prison’ Malik said. He
gave a sudden symbol for us to leave.
No matter how frightened I was, but it was the great
mistake I have ever done in my life. The atmosphere
was cold, but hardly noon. We thought of a drink, and
quickly bought some food and drinks to home. We didn’t
talk too much in that ride.
‘Where were you both?’ Harris asked Malik as we
reached home. Harris is his uncle, mom’s younger
brother. He is known in Tirur. Everybody, including cops
and thieves know him. He was a both white complexion
and rural type of guy. He has a big brother too, Yasir. He
is kind of a stout but genius man.
‘We just went out for a ride and caught by the police.’
Malik said honestly.

‘What the…?’ he searched for a better bad word and
said politely ‘hell happened to you guys?’ He kept
walking us to the upstairs as we explained what
happened.
‘Okey dokey, so are two criminals!’ He smirked and lay
on the bed.
‘Hell, you gotta save us from this m****f***ing bullshit’
Malik nagged, but friendly.
‘I can handle this; you guys don’t get the hell outa here
until you go back to your hostel. Understood… hah??’
He ordered us like a lieutenant.
‘Deal’, we agreed.
It felt like a nightmare, and we were inside for a couple
of days until it was the time to set out back. I received a
face book message:
Hi, are you there? fine? Know me?
I found myself shocked; can’t recognize the profile.
‘Do you get this number?’ I asked Malik as Harris
stepped out of the room.
+91 9946 43 83 20
I’ve searched the sender’s mobile number, never
seemed known to us.
‘No! Who is it?’ Malik confused.

‘I don’t know’ I replied. ‘Could it be someone who
watched us getting of the station? Oh, shit…..’ I paused
as I knew the sender was a female. He looked at it
‘Angela, born 1997’.
I decided to text her back, but Malik said: ‘Please no. It
could be a fake ID. Let’s leave it there. We… are…
now… worried about this fucking police shit and don’t
need any women business. Ok?’ He was truly shocked
by this incident itself. I didn’t reply her. I don’t know
where she is now.
*****
Back
Two days have passed and there was no sign of cops
searching for us. I predicted that the cops might have
forgotten us. In a case of reveling, we have to, now, get
back to our hostel.
We were ready to set out. Harris was waiting us outside
with his Renault Duster. He bought it two years ago. It
was red in color and had an extra bumper in front of it.
Malik locked the front door of the house and came
through the kitchen locking its grills too. The surrounding
was very wet due to rain. Water clotted at places helping
mosquitoes to grow; a good natural conservation
though.
It was raining slowly and made its stage to a harder
level. I watched the surroundings and as we were in the

back seat, we ducked whenever we saw a cop until we
made it to the Railway Station. The rain helped us to
fade away from them as it covered the whole glasses.
We waved our hands and I thanked Harris for the help
he did to us. We returned back to our hostel and after
that day, we heard that the actual suspects of the drug
mafia were caught and put to trial. I imagined; if we were
still in the prison until the real convicts fly away, we
would have been famous. This is the fault of our society.
Catch the thief or convict the witness.

The Escape

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