Recalling the best ever College days, few unforgettable
moments, tease and how we pull each others leg, not less than six to share a
single lunch, never ended talks (for girls it was always a
tutorial and for boys …guess? yeah always a talk of rides or girls), hostel parties, night outs, unplanned
dance party in a common room of girls hostel
and if luckily any of a girl’s balcony had the front view of main road it was
hardly matter that how much space
available, every girl tried to chipped in with hidden look for a dashing and
jaunty bike riders who used to pass by every other day …………….
I still remember an interesting excuse of one of our
day scholars that she came late because the competition of bike riders trembled
her in the wide open highway.
(In reality one of the biker was
her boyfriend and hostlers got jealous when in her talks she was flying like a
bird while in a ride)
I was less interested in such
rides, bikers and wow feeling like my roomy had for her classmate accessories…. Yeah
accessories! Not for him but for shiny Karizma (bike), stud helmet and
obviously branded black glares. Just like her, mostly girls were mad for real bikers
and the restless soul like me was left to hear-tear their experiences.
Unfortunately, One day I went
alone to the market which was 45 kms far from our hostel and got stuck in a
heavy rain. There was no chance to get the auto rickshaw or some conveyance
easily as that place was in under progress. I was drained, my phone battery got
dumped and was not getting any way to go back hostel.
(I did not even remember my roomy cell number
as I had a thought to borrow someone else’s mobile phone…alas!)
Right after waiting an hour, I saw
one Hero Honda-Splendor+ and the silver look handles were held by a decent
dressed guy. I was gazing him as if he was thinking to drop me but he kicked
down the breaks near to the poor woman who was bit far from me with a little
girl and 2-3 months old baby who was crying and suffering badly due to chilly weather.
He asked the lady if he may help them in dropping by their destination. The
lady filled with full bag of emotions and was giving blessings. They flew away within a minute or two and that
guy ignored me like I was nowhere available.
Anyhow, I managed to go back after
sometime when rain was slow down. Sky was
pouring with rain and the sun never shone from dawn to dusk. It poured with rain the
entire night.
I had fallen in deep thought with keen
reverence that bikers may not only be stylish but also simple, elegant, humble,
helper…. depending on an individual and their interests too.
From that catch 22 situation, A biker
became the real hero for me and actually they will always be for every girl but
an adulation can be in different forms; Stylish, Decent, Dashing, Simple which ends
with a common factor “Motorcyclist or Bike Rider”.
I was eager to know the real passion
behind the heroes because now i was one of the fans of passionate Bike riders ……
Also, I was in a hope to
experience the feeling of a long ride……..one day!
(Go Roadies!)
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(This post is a work of fiction considering 'I' as fictitious and any resemblance to any person/place is coincidental)
(This post is a work of fiction considering 'I' as fictitious and any resemblance to any person/place is coincidental)
With Love,,
Jasmeet Kukreja
aik baat batao...wo rider us lady ko lift diya tha ya tumhe...say truth only... :P
ReplyDeleteSharad : yeah for lady only, if it was for me then write up end could be romantic :P . the truth is i scribbled fiction for the contest :)
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Delete@Jasz, waiting for part-2 :P
DeleteHa ha ha! Nice reason to change your perspective of Bikers or say, Real Bikers :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Punit for dropping by :)
Deleteya real bikers or heroes ;)
jasmeetji
ReplyDeleteThat's the Bikers are. except few all are broadminded and helping.
ya Pradipji, well said ! my concept of 'The real hero" is for the same ....broadminded riders :)
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