For green mangoes...and more...

A few days back, I along with the family went on a trip to Lavasa.

 Since the onset of monsoon was yet to happen, apart from the lush greenery on the way, there was not much to cheer about the trip or the place.

It was kind of getting boring, seeing the un-finished construction on top of mountains, besides being sad. Everything was quite dull, and then everything became very exciting too...

I have not eaten a single mango this season, like since so many years. I guess my fondness for mangoes is there till the time I see them in a colour of green on the tree, besides that if the mango is available in any colour, I lose my appetite for them.

So while returning, somewhere near the Mutha village, we saw a lot of mango orchards, and the trees were still laden with raw green mangoes. And suddenly the mangoism inside me erupted and I wanted to do which I have not done in last 17 odd years...

I pleaded my brother-in-law to stop the car at the appropriate location so that at least I can dash off and pick-up the mangoes which have fallen on the ground besides the tree (I guess, it was still more legal than throwing stones and bringing them down).

After relentless request, he finally agreed and I requested to keep the engine running, so that in case of emergency, I can just dash-in like a Hero and we can sped off...

The one big mistake which I did, was that my ear-phones of the phone were still plugged-in to my ear while I got down to do this broad-daylight daredevil raid. The music was still on, and that means my ability to hear was reduced.

As soon as the car stopped, I dashed off to the mango tree like a boy(I mean, I still am) and gingerly started picking up the mangoes...1,2,3,4,5,6 and then some more...I waned to scoop them all...

Suddenly I heard some distant voices coming from the car, kind of commotion where it seems everyone was shouting, and that could happen in only condition when there is a danger lurking behind...I could still not hear well and then I made a dash to the car still trying to grasp to each of the mangoes, like trophy...And I dint even bother to look behind...

By the time, I reached the car and tried opening the door, there was a man with a machete in his hand, behind me...

Apparently, he was also shouting at me when I started picking up those mangoes (damn that stupid me, who went out with ear-phones plugged) and started approaching at me, but when I started running, he also ran behind me, waving his machete...

And in a menacing voice he asked me in the marathi, "Tujha baapa cha jhaad aahey ka?" ...

What it simply means is that , Is this your father's tree?

Till that time, a lot of voices have been coming from inside the car and then I offered him to return the mangoes and told him that I just picked up whatever was there on the ground and dint try to pluck them...To which the guy said that everyone who comes this way, tries to steal his mangoes...

And then he said, keep it...

In all the commotion which happened near the car, 4 mangoes fell down and somehow I could not be enough shameless to pick them up too...

And for all this valiant effort, 5 small raw mangoes...But it made the day...

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