Three Blind Mice

The Three Blind Mice do not watch basket-ball. They dont like half-dressed men jumping around hoops. The Three Blind Mice do not watch synchronised swimming because although it has eloquenty dressed women, they stay underwater for most of the time. The Three Blind Mice watch Formula1 because it has fast cars.

The preparations stared few months back. They blew their trumpet everywhere they could. Home, work, freeways, crosswalks, parks and even public restrooms. Anyone who knew them, knew about Formula1 and there was a race in Indianapolis. Everyone who didnt know them considered that there would be atleast 99, 998 more people would be doing precisely that and wondered what all the fuss was about. The Three Blind Mice pretended to be Three Blind'n'Deaf Mice and kept blowing their trumpets until they lost breath.

The big, fat, blind mouse was spouting fundaes about who won where and when that happened while dinner. The tall, lanky, blind mouse was puffing cigarettes to glory, all the while yapping at who would overtake whom at the first corner. The smart, formal blind mouse would've also yapped, only he was busy clicking good-looking latin women in the puerto-rican day parade and decided F1 can wait. The other blind mice considered this option, but for some inexplicable reason, kept yapping about F1 and missed the women.

On D-Day, the big fat mouse insisted on driving. The other two mice looked as if they just bit a portion of juicy doughnut only to find it that has been hooked onto a teethed-saw that reads "ek maar do tukda". Can't blame them since they know that the last car that big fat mouse drove was remote controlled and a foot in length. The fact that he crashed even that into a pillar hadnt reached them yet. When actually BFM took them safely to the venue, albeit with a few close encounters with the 16-wheelers' kind, they were sure nothing could go wrong. Nothing, not even one thing.

But it did. Not just once. But 14 times. And that too after a waving-smiling parade, and a farcical warm up lap. The three blind mice thought they are going to be englightened, but 4000 miles and 500$ later all that happened was a blimp on a fossilized torchlight.