"I wanted a cycle" was my cry 2 decades ago, unfortunately it turned out to be only a dream and I never got one for myself.Reason...I never got to know till date. But I learned riding on my cousin's bicycle.And approximately 2 years later, I had my first opportunity to ride a motorbike. It was a thrill to ride a bike in the chill evening of the Nilgris. Drove the motor bike for about 20 Km with my Uncle sitting behind and tapping my head every time I made a mistake. I did get an awe-full lot of taps...one of those mistake was a little costly and by the time I could realize both of us were on the ground.
My liking for motorbikes
I slowly learned to ride on my own...but my liking for motorbike started to fade for an incident when I almost landed in the front wheels of a truck in the treacherous curves of the mountain road.
The second reason,an incident in college...a chat with our football coach and back to my room for a good days rest and dreams of performing in a prestigious tournament and the fact that we were the hot favorites made it even bigger. I badly wanted to play this tournament and did not mind missing my Uncle's wedding for it.
I was preparing myself for a good nights sleep and suddenly realized that I had left my football boots in the ground. Quickly jumped out of my bed and borrowed my friends bike to pick up my football boots. Fortunately for me, I fond it right where I left them.
On my way back I skidded and hurt my knee pretty badly, I spend the sleepless night and the thought that I will be missing the game made it even worse. I thought about a few pain killers but my coach insisted that i sit out for the first round. The result of the game...we got knocked out in the very first round. I may not be the only reason for our loss but my contribution for the loss was always haunting as I was the play maker/central defender of the team.
All because of the bike ride.
The third was in a highway driving towards college... when me and my friend were hit by an ambassador (the Indian Mercedes). Both of us were pretty badly injured but during the crash I tumbled upon a small kid (tried my best to avoid) who moments before has a smile on her face and walked towards the bus stop holding her granny's hand. Both of us quickly ran towards the kid with our hand and legs bleeding only to see the kid with tears in her eyes and blood coming out of a cut near her lips.
As usual the Indian crowd tried to hit us and demanded cash. But both of us managed to convinced the kid's granny to take her to the near by clinic. Fortunately, it was only a small cut and the doc convinced the granny that the scar will fade in a couple of weeks.
This was again a motorbike ride. The ride not only put our life at stake but also the happy kid walking on the roadside.
The 4th one is still fresh in my memory...Our college had a phone booth to facilitate students like me to keep in touch with my parents and friends. The person looking after the phone booth was very friendly and well known through out the student community.
On one unfortunate day, he rode his motorbike from college to the highway and got hit by a speeding car and died on the spot ... I was just 50 meters away from that accident.
Again a ride on the motorbike...
From then on I did my best to avoid motorbike rides not because I was scared but because I hated it. But unfortunately in a place like Chennai...motorbike is the easiest mode of transport and I had to do it more than a thousand times.
In fact, two years back I was eying on a model called the Yahama RX 100 which was cheap, decent looks and more importantly an easy means of transport. But with all those thoughts in mind and little math...I conclude that a Car was a better option and ended up getting one.
Check out for my next blog on "my car"
My liking for motorbikes
I slowly learned to ride on my own...but my liking for motorbike started to fade for an incident when I almost landed in the front wheels of a truck in the treacherous curves of the mountain road.
The second reason,an incident in college...a chat with our football coach and back to my room for a good days rest and dreams of performing in a prestigious tournament and the fact that we were the hot favorites made it even bigger. I badly wanted to play this tournament and did not mind missing my Uncle's wedding for it.
I was preparing myself for a good nights sleep and suddenly realized that I had left my football boots in the ground. Quickly jumped out of my bed and borrowed my friends bike to pick up my football boots. Fortunately for me, I fond it right where I left them.
On my way back I skidded and hurt my knee pretty badly, I spend the sleepless night and the thought that I will be missing the game made it even worse. I thought about a few pain killers but my coach insisted that i sit out for the first round. The result of the game...we got knocked out in the very first round. I may not be the only reason for our loss but my contribution for the loss was always haunting as I was the play maker/central defender of the team.
All because of the bike ride.
The third was in a highway driving towards college... when me and my friend were hit by an ambassador (the Indian Mercedes). Both of us were pretty badly injured but during the crash I tumbled upon a small kid (tried my best to avoid) who moments before has a smile on her face and walked towards the bus stop holding her granny's hand. Both of us quickly ran towards the kid with our hand and legs bleeding only to see the kid with tears in her eyes and blood coming out of a cut near her lips.
As usual the Indian crowd tried to hit us and demanded cash. But both of us managed to convinced the kid's granny to take her to the near by clinic. Fortunately, it was only a small cut and the doc convinced the granny that the scar will fade in a couple of weeks.
This was again a motorbike ride. The ride not only put our life at stake but also the happy kid walking on the roadside.
The 4th one is still fresh in my memory...Our college had a phone booth to facilitate students like me to keep in touch with my parents and friends. The person looking after the phone booth was very friendly and well known through out the student community.
On one unfortunate day, he rode his motorbike from college to the highway and got hit by a speeding car and died on the spot ... I was just 50 meters away from that accident.
Again a ride on the motorbike...
From then on I did my best to avoid motorbike rides not because I was scared but because I hated it. But unfortunately in a place like Chennai...motorbike is the easiest mode of transport and I had to do it more than a thousand times.
In fact, two years back I was eying on a model called the Yahama RX 100 which was cheap, decent looks and more importantly an easy means of transport. But with all those thoughts in mind and little math...I conclude that a Car was a better option and ended up getting one.
Check out for my next blog on "my car"
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