nitanshun@gmail.com: i am wondering when will i travel to work on bike
woke up halfheartedly, could see the grey sky from my bedroom window. the sound of rain drops falling on the window AC was like music to my ears. no reason to leave the bed and go to work. had no options but to fight my wish and get out of bed, finally got up at around eight for a cup of strong tea. still trying to find reasons to go to work.
stupid me what better a day could be than this to bike to work. this was a soul stirring sensation, and soon i was dressed up in my shorts and t-shirt. my bag packed with a change and a towel.
soon i am on the road, in the drizzle, inside the traffic and on top gear of excitement. in next 5 mins i have enough mud on myself to look unfit to enter a corporate park. next 30minutes was bliss. the rain had seized leaving behind chaos. a city full of people scared of 2 inches of water. traffic jams in the city because of their hydrophobia. good for me half the road was for myself to wade through the water where others won't enter. could feel the syrupy mud being sprayed on my back (as my bike does not have mud-guards). didn't want to reach office so soon. for a change, wish it was a bit further, wish the ride was a bit longer...
Just a while back I met Chunni Lal Sharma. He was on his way back from work. What work? He is a carpenter, his job is to make make sense out of wood. Not that wood is a non sense but Chunni Lal's skill is to make usefull stuff with wood.
Why I met him was because he is a fellow biker. He was pedalling back from work on his Hero Goldline or was is Atlas Goldline. A native of Chapra, Bihar migrated six years back to Gurgaon. Looking for odd jobs everyday. Has a smile when he meets another biker sweating back from work.
Goodbye Chunni Lal. Fir milenge.
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