Friday, January 25, 2008

From Normal cycle to a cycle with an Engine

When I was 9 years old, I rode a cycle for the first time which belonged to my younger brother. It did not take even a day to learn how to ride. Hitting the trunk of a huge tree in the neighborhood was the only accident I met with a cycle as far as I can remember. I did not get hurt nor was the cycle damaged. Riding with full speed on a steep slope was one thing I always enjoyed. And my first crush (name undisclosed) was my riding partner and so riding cycle was much more than a passion a long time ago.

I never possessed one on my own until last year. During the ‘90s, bicycles were ridden mostly by boys who are still too young to have their own bikes. So, to be in a safe side and to avoid being a tomboy I never try to have one. (I always like to stay girlish).

And how I got my first bicycle was a little romantic to me. My boy friend (a bicycle fan too) gave me his, after he was promoted from cycle to bike. It was kind of old and needed a little bit of repair. But I was so interested in getting it repair. I went from one corner to the other corner of the city, buying stuffs and repairing MY cycle. But one fine morning I could not believe what I see because I saw an empty space where I usually parked my cycle. Someone had stolen it and I lost my cycle. I was so upset because that cycle meant a lot to me.

It been almost a year now and new thoughts came to my mind. Is it time to get promoted from cycle world to a higher version of cycle where a real engine is involved? I am still thinking. And I thought, I have all the time in the world to get one so meanwhile why not try for a driving school for better practice and get Learner’s License (LL). So I made up my mind to go as my plan.

On my first two days of class, I was taught the theory part of driving: the hand signals, the traffic signals and traffic signs. I was not new to all these, being in a metro city almost for a decade. And eventually I got my LL after attending an oral test with the RTO officers in Koramangala, Bangalore.

I had my first practical ride the following week and I felt awesome. I need not paddle to force the THING to keep into motion. It actually moved with my feet up high above the ground. I was too excited about the whole thing and that day was the one day wherein I smiled almost for the entire morning. I haven’t completed my training yet and I in fact have 8 more days to go. Very soon, I am expecting myself to pamper my own cycle with a real engine

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Nancy, you have been a great inspiration to me

“Love sometimes takes time” is a song sang by Smokie. But I want to sing “Time sometimes takes love away”. We were given time little, which was more than half a decade; but it took away our love. There is no simple reason behind; it just faded away. Maybe this was never true love or maybe the time has come for us to be apart.

He left for his little home town but I was still there, in this fast growing city, looking for my fortune and to earn my living. I was too ambitious and maybe this could be the reason why our relationship could not survive. My career always got first priority. I could not strike a balance between the two. That was my mistake. But he is one person, who can find happiness wherever he is.

He was on the street, just walked out of my door wearing his black shirt. I always liked him in that and smiling at me confidently. He did not turn back to see me for the last time and I already missed him so much. “Nancy, you have been a great inspiration to me and I will wait for you till you come back to me…” These were his last words and I stood staring at nothing, my mind was blank and my life - empty. Before I could turn and look into his eyes, he was gone.

I never liked chocolates but the ones which he gave me every Sunday was sweeter than a fresh honey and the red roses always looked fresh to me. And the road which led to my hostel from our college seemed to be shorter everyday with him. Evening walks on weekends was one of the best parts. He held my hands; I never wanted to let it go. I was one of the happiest girls on earth when he asked me out for our first date on Sunday. He made me feel like a real girl and cherished. Everyday was a beginning us.

Now I am here, writing my story to everyone, open to the world. I have not seen him in a year now but memories still linger in my mind till today. He will always be an important part of my life and I wish he were there to read this story which is written for him.