How many of you have an old forgotten bike….or your ultimate ride… for which you pleaded with everyone around, convincing them with its benefits and how its absence is a great disaster in your life….for which you had to go through so many arguments…but now you have got a new friend....and this old buddy is standing lonely in the sun, gathering dust and rusting itself in the rains just hoping that his days will be back again….
Actually why am I jhaaroing gyaan….so my dear folks it’s something which I forgot but got back by just moving few steps in the past… and informing you that don’t miss it…We all got very hectic lives and tiring days, according to our description when long lost people with whom you once had so many cherish able moments ask you... It’s a highly competitive world out there and everyone is in the race…you wait or slog, you lose (this might seem familiar…3 idiots remember)…anyways my point is that we can spend few extra hours of our life doing what we used to do…for instance I have a scooter kinda old….Dhanno, as it is my rescuer from time and always speeds me up on the dull roads….it’s been months, no actually a year, that I had been neglecting it…poor thing keeps standing in the parking lot with spider webs all over and loads of uninvited visitors…all alone with beautiful savvy cars parked next to it…
Cutting the story real short I had so many discussions before I got Dhaano…every second talk was about it…be it promising my parents to go to market to fetch groceries or to go for tuitions on my own…explaining to them how carefully and strictly I will be following traffic rules and driving not beyond 40km/hr….arguing with my relatives to support me instead of deviating their my mind with negative stories of road rage and all other crap….so I had enough negotiation before I had those keys of freedom….
My first ride was late at night as the delivery man went haywire before finding our address…it was bit breezy that night and I just hoped on to give it a kick…I drove a few miles with my uncle sitting behind me to balance that heavy beauty…anyways from then on I had many beautiful memories with it….driving it always beyond 60km/hr, breaking signals, almost killing people at times, abusing drivers who think it’s a man's world, racing with strangers, sudden breaks, market duties, giving ride to my bro, uncle ,dad and grand dad (it’s fun as men don’t want to sit at back but when they have to they keep instructing you with their tips on driving..), covering 10km in 15 min ( almost on time for tuition), going to hospital at the peak hour, dropping my sister to her different classes…it gives a sense of pride when you are actually on the road with your very own two wheeler…ready to mess around with anyone…
Today, I went and cleaned my darling and went to college…it had been so bloody long that I actually had amazing zeal of driving…air blowing your hair, dust kissing your face, rough bumpy roads, freshness of freedom and exhilaration…and I think on this weekend I might even spend hours shinning my bike just like I used to in the past…
Guys leave all those luxurious sedans and SUV’S you earned just for a day…get on to your two wheeler… fatt fatatia or bachpan ka cycle….or do anything which you used to do in the past and have ignored and now finally forgotten its taste and charm….go out and have that same gushing flow of blood in your veins…those majestic moments of life need revisiting…. I relearned what I loved doing….!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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