The tyre is admiring every dirt it has to embrace and thus contributes a lot to my journey. 'CEAT' is the brand, the tag it is so proud to have. So proud that it doesn't cares for the lives of some creatures crossing the road. But, the controller (that's me) is equally responsible for the dirty work that is not noticed ever on a ride. What he cares for, is how deep he feels the slaps of air on his cheeks.
To go on a ride to Rihand Dam is always a fun and to do that secretly adds more to your happiness (but do take care of the petrol level in the tank). Since most of the time beseeching Paa for a long bike ride drops me in trouble (the rebukes that my ears have to swallow), its better I take some tough decisions on my pleadings. So, maintaining the decorum of my pleadings I took my father's bike without his permission (don't frown on that, it's my 3rd time). By spending Rs 50 for bike's food I settled my mind's worries of maintaining the petrol level when I park it back in garage. Black jacket, blue jeans, 'action' shoes was enough to carry on my body. So all set, I gave my longing a shot and with keys in my hand, told Maa that I am going to library (a constituent of hindalco's assets).
Thus, accelerator in my right palm and foot on gear lever, my bottom rests happily on black seat of my father's Hero Honda CD100ss (note "my father's", mine still to come, maybe after 2 years...) and my eyes enjoying the movement of tyres. To ride fast is to feel the real thrill but to ride slow will gift real details of nature around you. Hence, I kept shuffling speedometer's needle to enjoy both. Procuring my DL in summer vacation was a nice decision as it keeps my heart elated when police officials give suspicious looks at certain checkpoints. The roads to the dam has got many curves which allows you to test your driving skills (maybe a little bit) often. Moreover, it does gifts you straight paths to feel the SPEED amidst danger boards yelling at corners "STEEP CURVE AHEAD. GO SLOW!” But I was disappointed to see the closed gates of the dam. Last time, when around 4 of them were opened, the place gathered lots of local tourists for the scene. I was also a part of it and I remember standing in front of Bajaj Super with Paa holding the ride controls of the scooter. However, now I stand all alone near the fence, watching the cold water making its way & caressing the bottom of small ridges near the shore. The moving air, so cold, reminds me of my mother's warning: "Your cap should be on head or else you'll count each slap for each of your sneezes!” (haaa... the same old one). Sun is upright and 'time to return' signal from my watch. Sometimes to be just by your lonesome is delightful.
(No more sentiments) The return trip will mainly keep you climbing a steady sheer cliff with big loaded trucks, coming in your way, hampering the ride delight. But I broke the rules, of taking bike from home, to give meaning to one phrase: "RACING DNA UNLEASHED"; so with a little more twist on the throttle I justified the 3 words (although I am riding CD100ss...) Way back to home I paid attention to NCHS (my first school, studied their till 5th grade) which was followed by ABPS (the last study centre, of mine, in Renukoot).
All right! I do agree that Renukoot lacks good shopping cum entertainment structures (an important city parameter) but that is to be felt proud of. The people show off their profiles 'within limits' (especially the girls), society still keeps the religion related myths alive, no stage for criminals to perform some dirty shows, school students (well and 'full' dressed) only focus on studies (co-curricular activities included), pollution devil remains hidden (mostly) and less overhead transmission lines- sky is free to fly colourful kites :).
Returned to garage, engine switched off, dirt removed and tank well polished- phewww... my apathy is happy now.
"Son, you took a long time today in library..." (Father’s eyes on me) "Emmm... was ruminating on an article in TIME magazine, really...it was interesting. A flashback of the decade- a nice issue to read." my wise reply (I did feel some wisdom inside me after saying that). The wide eyes back on TV as I hurried in the bedroom to roost a little.
To go on a ride to Rihand Dam is always a fun and to do that secretly adds more to your happiness (but do take care of the petrol level in the tank). Since most of the time beseeching Paa for a long bike ride drops me in trouble (the rebukes that my ears have to swallow), its better I take some tough decisions on my pleadings. So, maintaining the decorum of my pleadings I took my father's bike without his permission (don't frown on that, it's my 3rd time). By spending Rs 50 for bike's food I settled my mind's worries of maintaining the petrol level when I park it back in garage. Black jacket, blue jeans, 'action' shoes was enough to carry on my body. So all set, I gave my longing a shot and with keys in my hand, told Maa that I am going to library (a constituent of hindalco's assets).
Thus, accelerator in my right palm and foot on gear lever, my bottom rests happily on black seat of my father's Hero Honda CD100ss (note "my father's", mine still to come, maybe after 2 years...) and my eyes enjoying the movement of tyres. To ride fast is to feel the real thrill but to ride slow will gift real details of nature around you. Hence, I kept shuffling speedometer's needle to enjoy both. Procuring my DL in summer vacation was a nice decision as it keeps my heart elated when police officials give suspicious looks at certain checkpoints. The roads to the dam has got many curves which allows you to test your driving skills (maybe a little bit) often. Moreover, it does gifts you straight paths to feel the SPEED amidst danger boards yelling at corners "STEEP CURVE AHEAD. GO SLOW!” But I was disappointed to see the closed gates of the dam. Last time, when around 4 of them were opened, the place gathered lots of local tourists for the scene. I was also a part of it and I remember standing in front of Bajaj Super with Paa holding the ride controls of the scooter. However, now I stand all alone near the fence, watching the cold water making its way & caressing the bottom of small ridges near the shore. The moving air, so cold, reminds me of my mother's warning: "Your cap should be on head or else you'll count each slap for each of your sneezes!” (haaa... the same old one). Sun is upright and 'time to return' signal from my watch. Sometimes to be just by your lonesome is delightful.
(No more sentiments) The return trip will mainly keep you climbing a steady sheer cliff with big loaded trucks, coming in your way, hampering the ride delight. But I broke the rules, of taking bike from home, to give meaning to one phrase: "RACING DNA UNLEASHED"; so with a little more twist on the throttle I justified the 3 words (although I am riding CD100ss...) Way back to home I paid attention to NCHS (my first school, studied their till 5th grade) which was followed by ABPS (the last study centre, of mine, in Renukoot).
All right! I do agree that Renukoot lacks good shopping cum entertainment structures (an important city parameter) but that is to be felt proud of. The people show off their profiles 'within limits' (especially the girls), society still keeps the religion related myths alive, no stage for criminals to perform some dirty shows, school students (well and 'full' dressed) only focus on studies (co-curricular activities included), pollution devil remains hidden (mostly) and less overhead transmission lines- sky is free to fly colourful kites :).
Returned to garage, engine switched off, dirt removed and tank well polished- phewww... my apathy is happy now.
"Son, you took a long time today in library..." (Father’s eyes on me) "Emmm... was ruminating on an article in TIME magazine, really...it was interesting. A flashback of the decade- a nice issue to read." my wise reply (I did feel some wisdom inside me after saying that). The wide eyes back on TV as I hurried in the bedroom to roost a little.
