ode to my car

last night in my dreams, i saw that i was in my home and i wanted to go out at some friend’s place.  i got my car keys and stepped outside my home to see my car is not parked outside the gate.  i looked around searching for my car, but was unable to find it. and i got very worried, frustrated and panicked --- and woke up.

unfortunately, this was not just a dream.  i have sold my car.  and it seems such an unbelievable thing i did in haste without much thinking.

at first, while making the deal, i didn’t think of all the aspects that ought to be considered.  i sold off my beauty, measuring the worth of my car in monetary terms only.

what i didn’t consider was the emotional tag attached to my car.  how could i be such a plain stupid?

my old gray beautiful suzuki mehran.  i shall always remember you as my first and the best car.  i can still smell your fragrance all around me.  i can visualize your steering wheel, fitting so perfectly in my hands.  i can see you moan in pleasure when i pressed the accelerator.  i can feel myself inside of you.  OK. i guess this is a going in the other direction, but seriously, i never knew i would miss my car this much.

i should have at least taken a lot of pictures of my old beauty with myself; just for old time sake.  the events, the memories, the places, the dramas, the traumas, the accidents and the incidents associated with her are something that just can’t be rubbed away from my mind.  the music i listened in her will always remind me of my car.  the chicks (& fishes) that used to sit with me in my car and always nagged about not having an air-conditioner are making me angry now.  it was my sweet car.  you used to sit in it with me.  you enjoyed the time with us.  the car never broke down on us.  all of you left me, this car never did.  this car was more loyal to me than you materialistic fucks!

i love you my dear sweet car.  i know i’m being over-emotional, but how can i just forget you.  you were the best.  you never broke down on me, even though i abused you and tortured you with all those crazy driving experiments and deliberate ignorance on your repairs.

je t’aime, my sweet old car. i hope you get a better driver than myself…