Often, I have wondered what it would be like to fly. I mean really, FLY. Of course, it's one of the most common answers to "I wish I could ...." essays that circulate among junior high students, after "I'd want to be President for the day" or "I would want to change the face of Earth by banishing global warming". But then, flying has been a fantasy that I've been toying with for quite a long time...especially on vapid warm Sunday noons like today's.. ;)... The Iguana in me is some day lost in images of bungee jumping in the Rockies, or paragliding across the Alps...and last Wednesday it found an outlet behind the motors of an old Bajaj...
It was really quite a serendipitous opportunity. Brinda was a bit low-key, so in an attempt to bring back her ubiquitous smile, I requested Sudarshan to let her ride his bike (Brinda, or Thangai as we fondly call her, wanted to show off the biking skills she had accumulated on her Appa's Hero Honda..)But then, a Bajaj is somewhat apart from a Hero Honda, and she was having trouble with the weight of the ol' bike...so Sud was helping her out. Meanwhile, Dipsy and I also got involved as a result of which Sud agreed to let us take our first biking lessons right then and there...
Right now, Sud's gone home..and his bike is unavailable.....but once he's back t'will be transition to the 3rd gear...and more long flights into oblivion. Into joy. Complete wild abandon :P....
P.S. Please don't tell my Mom about any of this, she'll murder me for sure if she even has even an inkling of all this!
It was really quite a serendipitous opportunity. Brinda was a bit low-key, so in an attempt to bring back her ubiquitous smile, I requested Sudarshan to let her ride his bike (Brinda, or Thangai as we fondly call her, wanted to show off the biking skills she had accumulated on her Appa's Hero Honda..)But then, a Bajaj is somewhat apart from a Hero Honda, and she was having trouble with the weight of the ol' bike...so Sud was helping her out. Meanwhile, Dipsy and I also got involved as a result of which Sud agreed to let us take our first biking lessons right then and there...
It was awesome fun, to say the least! Managing the accelerator, handling the clutch and gear...its sort of a feel that you slowly ingrain into you....and then of course, he allowed me to take it for a spin from SSCU to Main Guest House to Library and back (2 rounds, of course, he was guiding from the pillion)...the only negative was that I couldn't kick start the bike :(...more practice on that...all these years I'd sat next to Pc or Sud or Susanta and rode through those exact same routes...but now it felt so much more special...somewhere inbetween the JNC Guest House and Library I transited from 1st gear to 2nd gear...it was like an OMIGIOD feeling ...fluidity... butterflies in my brain...wind whistling past my ears...my body (and soul) felt like it had suddenly lost a couple of pounds :P....suddenly, I was flying!
Right now, Sud's gone home..and his bike is unavailable.....but once he's back t'will be transition to the 3rd gear...and more long flights into oblivion. Into joy. Complete wild abandon :P....
P.S. Please don't tell my Mom about any of this, she'll murder me for sure if she even has even an inkling of all this!
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The post might probably read better without the postscript, for us who know you...
yay, congrats... i had the same feeling too and same day crashed in to a parked maruti omni hehe...u did better
Kinetic NOVA memories...
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